Page 6 of Becoming His
I thought Bailey was hot, but his sister was something else entirely. She wore ripped jeans and a faded white Levi top; her face was made up to perfection.
“I have to apologize for my brother. He is a vile boy. He used to be nice.” She smiled warmly as she stood in front of me, making me feel instantly comfortable.
“Bailey, what is going on? Why would I do anything for you?” she asked sweetly, turning to her brother. He looked at her innocently.
“If not, I shall be telling Mom and Dad where you keep your stash.” He shrugged nonchalantly, and her eyes flashed at him dangerously.
“God, you are a prick. So, you want me to give this girl a makeover?” Connie turned to me, smiling. “What’s your name, honey?”
“Annabelle,” I mumbled, unable to maintain eye contact with such a creature.
Were these siblings even human? I had never seen such beauty before.Bailey raised his eyebrows at my name, and I smiled secretly.
Finally, he knew my name.
“We have a deal. Annabelle is gonna help me, and I’m gonna help her. Starting with a makeover from you.” Bailey folded his arms as they both stared at me.
This wasn’t too awkward; two of the most beautiful creatures on this Earth were analyzing me.
“I’m wondering why she needs a makeover?” A voice boomed behind them, and my head snapped up in surprise. I noticed Connie smile broadly as Bailey rolled his eyes.
“Reuben,” Bailey grunted as an older guy appeared at his elbow, swigging from a beer bottle.
I tried not to stare, but this was beyond my control. Unlike the other two, this one had jet black hair and sea-green eyes, which were currently running up and down my awkward self. He wore tight jeans and a crisp white shirt, with the sleeves roughly pushed up, revealing tanned forearms. He must have been about twenty, similar age to Connie. Wait–
“Twins, clearly not identical.” Connie grinned as Reuben’s eyes met hers. “But we do think the same way. I don’t feel you need a makeover either.”
Bailey narrowed his eyes at her before turning to me.
“But you would like one, right Anna?”
“Is it Anna or Annabelle?” Reuben said from behind Bailey.
Bailey tensed with irritation when I blushed wildly.
“Annabelle.” I stammered as Reuben nodded.
“I prefer Annabelle. Use her name, Bailey; need I teach you all of your manners?” Reuben rolled his eyes at Bailey before smiling at me. “Nice to meet you, Annabelle.”
I watched him walk back into the room he had come from, my eyes desperately wanting just one more glance of those insane forearms.
“Well, Annabelle?” Connie smiled and tilted her head to the side. “Are you up for a makeover? It will be fun, I promise.”
I nodded before following her up the stairs.
Bailey called up, telling me he would be watching the game with Reuben.
Connie’s room smelled amazing, and I loved the decor. She had a massive mirror with lightbulbs hanging from it and vanity cases stuffed to the brim with make-up. Everywhere I looked, there were feathers, tiaras, and glitter. This girl wassucha girl.
“I love projects.” Connie gushed as she pushed me onto a stool. “Youare now my project. So, I am going to ask you one thing before we start. It’s an important question. Are you doing this to sleep with my brother?”
I let out a high-pitched laugh, and she blinked, taken aback.
“Absolutely not. He has a bet—” Connie put her hand up and shook her head.
“No need for details. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t being forced into something you didn’t want to do. All girls are beautiful, except for the ones that are ugly inside.”
She pulled my hair into a pony as she rubbed a sweet-smelling lotion into my skin that felt heavenly.
