Page 138 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

I was then spun around and had my shirt lifted so he could look at my back. I attempted to slap his hands away when he grabbed my arm, then hopped around trying not to fall when he lifted one leg and then the other. But I drew the line when he pulled on the waistband of my shorts and peeked in at my ass.

“Stop it,” I jerked away from him. “I’m fine.”

Sure I had bruises, like the deep purple fingerprints I woke up to find on my butt, or the scrapes on my knuckles, and the throbbing bite I miraculously accumulated in my sleep. Fucking Gio. None of which came from Simon.

“Are you limping?”

I wasn’t limping, I was trying to stay on my feet while escaping a pawing madman.

He took a step towards me and stuck my finger out to point at him. “I swear to God, Atlee.”

“Alright, alright,” he held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll stop. Nice panties by the way.”

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

He smirked. “I know.”

Seriously? “Is everything sexual to you?”

“Pretty much.” He nodded.

That felt like a challenge to me. There had to be something that didn’t turn him on. “There’s nothing erotic about a fight.”

He snorted, “are you kidding me. That shit is erotic as fuck.”

“How is that erotic?” It was exhausting, messy, and I still had some skin under my nails.

“The blood, the sweat…” he tipped his head, “the pain.”

Okay, I could kind of see his point there. There might be something slightly primitive in hand to hand combat, and men seemed to like that stuff. But, I think I had him.

“Your sister.” I smiled.

Ha ha!

“What about her?”

“You can’t find anything sexual with her.”

I had a brother. I knew how these things worked. And all I would say was eww. However, I was not dealing with a normal person. I was dealing with Atlee Fiore. The manwhore supreme.

“Which one?” He asked. “Cause it was pretty hot when Kendall kissed you.”

“Eww,” I snatched an apple out of a bowl on the counter and threw it at him. “Come on, Atlee.”

He dodged out of the way and laughed, “I’m kidding. I don’t want to fuck my sister.”

Thank God for that.

“I’d fuck you though.”

Yup, should’ve seen that one coming. “I’ll throw another apple at you.”

“Or, I could just punch him.” Gio said while walking in the room.

Atlee held up his hands. “Why’s everyone so hostile this morning?”

“Because,” Gio walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “Someone didn’t wake me up.”

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