Page 27 of His Virgin Romance Series

I was spared from having to answer when I heard a distinct thudding on my front door.

“What’s that noise?” Rachel asked.

“Someone’s at my door,” I said, walking over. Then I looked through my peephole and raised my eyebrows. “You’ll never guess who’s standing outside my door.”

“Beyoncé?” Rachel asked. “And if it is, I’m coming over immediately.”

“Brent.”

“My brother?” Rachel said. “Ugh…how boring.”

I rolled my eyes as Brent kept thudding at my door. “He’s not patient, is he?” I asked, lowering my voice a little so that he wouldn’t be able to hear me.

“Patience has never been one of his stronger virtues.”

“That implies that he has some virtue.”

“Hey, dickwad!” Brent screamed. “Open the fucking door.”

“You’d better go,” Rachel said. “We’ll talk later.”

Before I could protest that, she had already hung up. Annoyed at having my conversation with Rachel cut short, I opened the door with a frown on my face.

“It’s about fucking time,” Brent said, breezing past me and going straight for the sofa. “What took you so long?”

“I was talking to someone.”

“Yeah, I thought I heard you talking; who was it?” Brent asked. “And do you got any beer?”

“Nice English,” I couldn’t help but say.

He rolled his eyes. “Well?”

“No, I don’t have any beer,” I said. “I do have some bourbon though.”

“That’ll work,” he nodded. “Who were you talking to?”

“A friend.”

“Are you being cryptic for a reason?”

“I’m impressed you know that word.”

“Are you trying to distract me?” he asked.

“Here’s your bourbon,” I said, handing him a shallow glass.

“It was Rachel, wasn’t it?” Brent asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

I paused for a second. “Yeah…”

“You guys really hit it off at my party, huh?” I couldn’t quite figure out how he felt about my friendship with his sister.

“I guess so.” I nodded. “And, just so you know, we’re strictly friends.”

“Sure?” Brent asked, looking dubious.

“Completely,” I said. “We get along; we can talk to each other…we’re friends. That’s all.”

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