Page 46 of Unwrapped

My hands tighten on my wineglass, almost snapping the stem. Fuck. She. Looks. Hot.

“Catching flies in winter?” She smiles sweetly, shaking that ass just a bit. My mouth snaps shut. My eyes narrow suspiciously as she slides into the counter stool next to me. The tips of her cranberry nails dance on the white granite. I try to look anywhere but at the skintight cashmere clinging to her curves. Patent leather pants are tucked into high-heeled boots. The kind a man dreams of having his girl leave on as everything else comes off.

I swallow, looking away, trying to forget how she felt in my arms, how she tasted…the way she kissed. And now that I’ve seen those smooth breasts and the dusky nipples…I ache to know what those taste like too.

“Dare, be a love and set the table.” I slide off my stool and walk to the cabinets.

“Dare?” She cocks and eyebrow. “You look more like a…Spencer or Brett.”

“It’s actually Darren. Only friends call me by my nickname, cupcake.”

“Shiloh. Just Shiloh.”

I pause, turning to face her. “Okay, just Shiloh.” My hands find the plates.

“I’m not staying. It’ll just be the two of you.”

“Oh?” Sally quirks a brow. “You knew I was cooking.”

“Sorry.”

Headlights cut through the window. I put the plates down, flick off the kitchen lights and press my hands to my mouth asking them for silence. With my back to the wall, I slowly move the curtains aside.

“It’s just my date. Paranoid much?”

Something ugly churns in my gut as Federico climbs down from the cab of his truck grinning at the house. “Something like that.”

“Shiloh flicks the lights back on, grabs her Chanel purse and glides a clear coat of gloss on her lips. “Don’t wait up,” she winks walking to meet Federico at the door. And I’m nipping at her heels.

“Down, boy.” She turns her head pausing with her hand on the doorknob.

“Please. How many times to I have to tell you that you’re not my type?”

“Oh yeah?” She challenges cocking a hand on her hip, “That’s not what you’re body screamed yesterday.”

“Admit you were having a sex dream this morning and we’ll call it even.”

“I don’t have to admit anything to you—”

“Are you going to open that door? That poor man is freezing,” Sally reaches past the two of us and let’s poor Federico in.

“You’re covered in ice.” Sally frets.

“Don’t worry. I’ll warm him up,” Shiloh grabs her coat and slips it in.

“Bye.” She grabs Federico’s hand and rushed out into the cold as he and I talk without words. Finally, he nods and follows her.

“She’s trouble.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“What are ya’ going to do then.”

“Nothing,” I shrug.

“Well, that’s a damn shame.”

“She and I…we’d be a tornado, leaving nothing but a path of pure destruction.”

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