Page 83 of Forbidden Desires

Footsteps stomp up the stairs, then before we know what’s happening, Paisley bursts through my bedroom door.

Brody grabs a pillow to cover his junk, and I scramble to pull up the sheets. “Jesus, Paisley, do you know how to knock?”

“What, were you guys in the middle of it? Sorry.” She shrugs, not caring that she’s just walked in on us. “You’re never going to believe what happened to me last night,” she says, her hands going to her hips. She’s in a killer red dress and sky-high heels.

“Are you just getting home?”

“I don’t think that’s the question here. What are you doing barging in here at this hour?” Brody grumbles in her direction.

“It’s eight in the morning. It’s not early, you two should be up,” she sasses, coming into my room and leaning against my dressing table, no interest in letting us be.

Brody glares daggers at her. He’s pissed his fun got cut short, and I can see his point from earlier. The girl really has no boundaries. “It’s fucking Sunday, Paisley.”

With a playful smile, she raises a brow while looking him over. “Geez, girl, you didn’t say how hot Brody’s body was.” She’s trying to get a rise out of him.

“Sure is,” I answer cheekily, smiling at Brody, who looks at me, mortified that I’m not getting rid of her. But what can I do? I feel kind of bad for her, and I think she needs me.

“Paisley, get out, you girls can talk about this later. Preferably when I’m not around.” He shoos her with his free hand.

“I need to tell you my story.” She pouts. “This time I’m really never dating again.”

He grabs a pillow and throws it at her. It hits her in the face, messing up her hair. She blows a strand over her face. “So maybe after breakfast?” she says, hopeful.

I nod. “We’ll have a shower then be right down,” I assure her. I really am worried about her. She looks so lost.

Twenty minutes later, I leave Brody to shower alone while I make my way into the kitchen in search of the girls. I’m kind of dying to hear her story. I’ve gotten used to the dose of weekly drama she brings to my life. No one else would ever experience the same unfortunate events that happen to her. She’s like a magnet for asshole guys. I find Paisley and Mae in the living room, curtains drawn back.

“What are you guys doing?” I ask as I come down the stairs into our living room.

“Checking out the hottie moving in next door. Tattooed arms, sculpted back and torso, and look at that ass in a pair of blue jeans. Girl, you can tell he works out.” Paisley fans her face, she’s practically drooling.

I move in between them so I can check him out for myself. I see what she’s talking about, he’s got a nice bod. “Not bad at all,” I agree.

“Not bad! He’s divine. I think I’m in love,” Paisley gushes, shoving me out of the way so she can get a better look.

Mae laughs, rolling her eyes in my direction. “Just need him to turn around so you can see his face,” she jokes. “It’s like one of those cartoons where the privates are covered by an object so you can’t see them, but in this case, it’s his face. There has been a lamp, a microwave box with a toaster on top, and now it’s a massive pile of linen.”

“I know,” Paisley agrees more seriously. “I have been waiting for a good ten minutes. He’s got to turn around without a box soon, right?” she says, sounding so hopeful. She must be over her drama from this morning already.

I shake my head at the two of them. “And when he does, you two will look like the creepy neighbors peeping through the window. Perfect story to tell your grandkids.” I laugh, wandering through to the kitchen to make a couple of coffees.

Brody joins me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kisses my cheek. “After breakfast you are spending the day at my place so we can finish what we started. No interruptions.”

I swivel in his arms, checking him out. He’s in a pair of dark jeans and a button-up, looking gorgeous as ever with his hair still a little wet. I rise on my tippytoes to kiss him. “Sounds like a plan.”

I hand him his coffee. “What’s all the commotion out there?” he asks, looking in the girls’ direction.

“Paisley’s losing her shit over our hot new neighbor.” I laugh, walking with him back into the living room.

“Oh, really.” He smirks, placing his coffee down on the table and joining them, shoving the curtain back further. “Think you might need to get your eyes checked, Paisley. That there is Noah Harrington. Don’t you hate his guts?” He chuckles, throwing me a cheeky wink.

Oh shit. I panic for her. This is bad.

She rushes to the front window, pulling back the drapes, squinting right as he turns around to wipe his sweaty face with his shirt. We all see it as realization dawns on her.

I stifle a laugh with my hand. This shit could only happen to her.

“You have got to be shitting me. He’s moving back to town?” she asks, looking between us, utterly mortified. “Why am I the last to know about this?”

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