Page 9 of My Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
She turns and looks out the window. Soft brown curls frame her face. She’s biting the inside of her lip.
“Do you want something to drink?” I offer, standing up.
She frowns, glancing at me.
I level her with a stare. “You look like you need a drink. Besides, Chloe needs you to be your happy-go-lucky self this weekend. So forget about lover boy. Your fight can wait until Monday.”
The corner of her mouth tugs upward ever so slightly.
I walk to the kitchenette, opening the liquor cabinet and pulling out one of the small shot bottles. “You a vodka girl?” I call over my shoulder.
“It’ll do,” she replies.
I dig around until I find some tonic water and mix together a passable drink before bringing it back to Josie. She looks up at me with those big green eyes, slightly wary but slightly grateful. She takes the glass with a soft smile. “Am I drinking alone?” she asks.
I snort, heading back to the kitchenette to fix myself a drink as well.
I hear a soft sputter from behind me. “This is strong, Will,” she says with a laugh.
Will. There it is again. My name from her lips. And now all I can think about is her moaning it, screaming it. I could definitely make her scream.
Shut the fuck up, man. Pull it together.
I turn and head back to the bed with my own drink. “You need a strong drink,” I reply.
She rolls her eyes and sips delicately.
“Here’s to a great weekend,” I say, raising my plastic cup.
She raises hers in return. “To a great weekend,” she replies with a grin. I watch as she brings the cup to her lips and drinks.
Jesus, this is going to be alongweekend.
Chapter 6
Josie
“Can you see my underwear through this?” Chloe is turning in circles in front of the mirror, peering over her shoulder to check out her ass. She’s wearing a white sundress that falls just above her knees.
I turn from where I’m applying the finishing touches of my makeup in the mirror. I stare, squinting my eyes. “Nope, you’re good.” I check my watch. It’s about 10:15 a.m. Perfect timing. The comedy show last night had been perfect. A great way for all of us to relax and unwind after a long day of traveling. We’d gotten drinks afterward and then all headed back to the hotel. Today on the agenda, we have a fun-filled day in Vegas, followed by the groups splitting up tonight to go party.
“Perfect,” Chloe says, smoothing the wrinkles and glancing at herself in the mirror again. “You never know with white.”
“Okay, is everyone ready to go?” I call, plopping my mascara wand back into the tube and tightening it. Rounds of tittering and giggles erupt from the various rooms we have in our large suite. Chloe is putting on her shoes—a pair of white espadrilles. Probably Chanel, if I had to guess.
Hannah and Maureen appear from one of the rooms, looking dressed and ready to go. After a few minutes, Evie emerges as well. Chloe’s other bridesmaids are all from her sorority in college. While we went to the same school, I was never really into the sorority crowd. Nor did I have the money to be a part of one. Those things are expensive as shit.
I glance over all the girls. Their outfits and hair are gorgeously on point. I’d guess their dresses cost more than my car.
I’d picked out a cute TJ Maxx dress and had blow dried my hair this morning.
“Okay, first thing on the agenda,” I declare, as the maid of honor and therefore ringleader of the weekend, “is brunch!”
The girls all cheer, and off we go. The guys meet us out in the hall, and all of us make our way to a fancy brunch place that Will and I had meticulously picked and had made reservations at. A cute atmosphere for Instagram pics, as per Chloe’s demands, as well as gluten free waffles for Turner. Everyone would be happy.
I glance at Will as we make our way downstairs to wait for our Ubers. He’s wearing jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. A stupidly simple outfit, but somehow he makes it look … expensive. Suddenly his eyes dart to mine, and caught staring at him, I look away, feeling a slight blush on my cheeks. Fuck.
I think back to last night. How we’d hung out in the suite until the others arrived. We’d probably only been alone for about half an hour or so, but it had felt like an eternity. The way he’d stared at me over hisglass. Was it just my imagination or had he been undressing me with his eyes?
