Page 54 of Twisting You

Chapter 13

“I like the red one better.”

If any other guy had been spending this much time staring at my chest, I would have sent a right hook to his cheek. But seeing it was Alec and I owed him, I gritted my teeth and walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door.

I searched through the bikini tops, which were scattered all over the titled floor. Finding the red one, I slipped out of the blue one I was wearing and tied the red one around my neck and back.

Groaning, I opened the bathroom door and walked out into the bedroom. Alec frowned and placed a hand under his chin, returning to his study of my chest.

Why did colors matter? That was my question nearly half an hour ago. Who knew Alec had such an eye for detail! I sure as hell didn’t, and, if I had, I wonder if I would have agreed with him.

I was wearing tight-fitting denim shorts, and when I say they were short, they were VERY short. They were handpicked by Alec, the fashion guru himself.

I placed my hands on my hips and glared across at him, his eyes were glued to the large silver ring in the middle of the top.

“Good enough, Ace?” I asked. “Or have you changed your mind? Again.”

A smirk spread across his face, like he had been suppressing it and his eyes slowly drifted to mine. “I was wondering how long it would take.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “How long what would take?” I began to grind my teeth.

“Thirty-four minutes.” Alec glanced down at his watch. “So minus the time it took you to change, that is like 26 minutes of me staring at your chest.” His smirk blew into a full grin. “Not bad.”

I reached for a pillow off the bed and hurled it at him. “You PERV!”

Alec dodged it with ease and laughed. “I can’t believe you actually let me do that.”

“This isn’t funny!” I launched across the room at him and he dodged my attack. “DAN!”

“DAN!” Alec mimicked in a girly voice, a very high pitched one. “Dan, save me. Your brother is taking advantage of me!”

My expression dried and I stared across at him. “You’re dead.”

I charged at him, but mid-attack, the bedroom door flung open and I slammed right into it and was sent flying backwards.

Groaning, I rolled on the floor with my hand on my forehead. Damn, that hurt.

Alec’s laughter got louder, and I glared at him.

“Shit, Cho. Sorry.”

Dan kneeled beside me and helped me back to my feet. His lips were pressed tightly together.

“Dan, you can laugh.” I glared again at Alec, who was holding his stomach. He had now entered silent laughter, you know, when something is so funny you can’t breathe.

Dan chuckled a little, but shot me an apologetic smile. Alec walked up to us and tried to stop laughing. But as soon as he glanced at my forehead, he started laughing again.

Dan punched him in the arm. But that didn’t stop Alec from laughing. He just nursed his arm and kept laughing.

“That’s it. I’m not going.” I crossed my arms. “You can just not get with Miss Hottie from across the road.”

Alec’s laughter dried up. “Ok, I’m sorry.”

“Nope, not good enough.”

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“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Alec complained from behind the closed door. “This is ridiculous.”

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