Page 13 of Wildest Dreams

Like, if I met the right girl then, yeah, I’d want to fuck her brains out. But mindlessly hooking up isn’t what I’m after anymore.

When my dad met my mom he just knewthat she was it for him and, even though I’ve never told the guys, that’s what I’ve always wanted for myself.

To fall and never get back up.

So it’s kind of hard to go along with the heartless player act on week one, when really to my core I’m a hopeless romantic.

The girl in front of me peeks back over her shoulder, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

She’s fucking beautiful.

And from the innocent, curious way that she’s looking at me? I know one thing for certain.

This girl doesn’t have a clue who I am.

The elevator doors slide open and she sweeps to the right, cute nose high in the air as she makes her way to her room.

I breathe out a quiet laugh and follow right behind her.

She twizzles her key-ring around her fingers as we approach her door, and I stop behind her, waiting for her next move.

“So would it be okay if you actually… place the bed where I need it in my bedroom for me?” she asks nervously. “’Cause I mean, you obviously do not have to do that – I could always get Connell to help me when he gets home – but it would justbe, like, really helpful if you did. But no pressure, obviously! I’ll understand if you don’t feel comfortable going into my bedroom. If you want to just drop them in the living area or whatever, then that would be totally cool, too.”

I stare down at her and try to breathe around the tightening in my chest.

Who the fuck is Connell?

I roll my shoulders, hands gripping harder into the wood. “I’ll drop them in your bedroom, as long as your boyfriend is okay with that.”

I mean, what kind of jackass leaves his gorgeous girlfriend to carry a fucking queen sized bed-frame up to their bedroom on her own anyway? And, while we’re on the topic, why didn’t he get her a king size?

“Boyfriend?” she asks, her eyebrows lifted in surprise. She watches me for one long moment before she purses her lips in a secretive smile. “Oh,” she breathes, drawing out the word. She unlocks her door and gently pushes it open. “Connell isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my brother.”

Wow, this bed-frame feels really light all of a sudden. I haul it higher in my arms and jerk my chin at her.

“Brother. Good.”Wait, what?“I mean, it’s good for you. To have a brother. Someone to look out for you.”

She smiles up at me like she thinks that I’m an idiot. Which I am.

“So he lives here with you?” I ask, watching her hips sway from side to side.

“He lives on the floor below this one,” she says casually, before suddenly stilling and giving me a cautious glance. “And there’s twenty-four hour surveillance in this building, by the way. Just so you know.”

It takes a couple of seconds before understanding dawns on me.

Awesome.

She thinks I’m a serial killer.

Wanting to amend that perception as quickly as fucking possible, I lean the first piece of bed-frame against the wall outside of her bedroom doorway and hastily fumble my wallet from my shorts, before holding it out to her.

She glances at it warily as she sets my cap on top of the wooden panel.

“I’ve got my driver’s licence and cards in here. You can snap a pic on your cell if you want, send it to your brother.”

Brother. Goddamn. I don’t think that I’ve ever been so happy to hear that a chick has a brother in my entire life.

“And, like, you can just hang onto this if you want, while I help you bring your stuff up here. I swear, I’m not trying to… my intentions aren’t…”

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