Page 8 of The Unconventional Nanny
Chapter Four
GRACIE
Considering all my worldly possessions, except one measly duffle bag, are still packed in the trunk of my car, moving should be a cinch.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Owen slides up next to me as I place a few more articles of clothing into the worn-in bag. "No one said you had to move out."
I turn my head and give my big brother a patronizing smile. "I'm not doing this for anyone but me. I love you and Annalee. Really I do. She's the best thing to happen to you. But if I don't move out now, I'm going to strangle the two of you in your sleep. Probably with one of myannoyingshirts, as you like to call them."
I'm currently folding one of those “annoying” shirts. This one readsPound my cake, Daddy.I snicker at the implications considering I'm currently simping on a certain father of three. A completely inappropriate thought now that he's about to be my landlord.
Owen groans. "Do you really wear that one in public?"
My snicker turns into full-on giggles. If he only knew the looks I get from men when I wear it. And I don't care one bit. They can look all they want. None of them are getting my attention unless I want them to have it.
"Of course I do. Maybe I should get Annalee a matching one. We could wear them together and have a bonding experience."
"What are you getting me?" Of course Annalee chooses that moment to join us.
"Don't even fucking think about it." He points at me and then turns around to Annalee with a wince. "Nothing. She's not buying you anything."
I point down to the shirt on the bed and mouth to her, "This."
Annalee chuckles with me. "I happen to think your sister has excellent taste in clothing."
My brother once again groans and I can't help but laugh out loud. I know for a fact Annalee wouldn't be caught dead in one of my shirts. It isn't that she doesn't like them, just not on her. She's not nearly as expressive as I am. She much prefers subtle patterns and muted colors, whereas I wouldn't be caught dead in something like that.
"It's settled. I'll order you one from my favorite site. It should be here in a few days." I continue the ruse and tease my brother because what else are little sisters for if not to torture their older counterparts.
"Absolutely not," Owen growls. "There will be no ordering shirts like that."
Then, like the lovesick fool he is, my brother turns to Annalee and begs, "Please don't let her buy you stuff like that. I'll buy you anything else you want, but not that."
“Anything I want?” Owen nods his head eagerly. “Well, I have been looking at this fuzzy set of pink dice to hang on the rearview mirror of our vehicle since you insist we only need one car.”
Owen looks horrified at the thought of driving around town with fuzzy dice in his SUV.
Annalee doubles over with laughter and I have to join her. The look on my brother’s face is worth the retribution he's going to dish out for what we've done.
"Gracie and I are just teasing you," Annalee tells him when she gets her laughter under control. "She knows I would never wear something like that. She just loves to rile you up."
Owen glares at me. "I'm going to get you back for that."
Absolutely worth it.
"I'm sure you will, but it was worth it to see the look on your face and the way you begged Annalee. Come on, big brother, where is your pride?"
"I'll show you pride."
Before I realize his intent, I'm picked up and tossed on the bed while he attacks my feet with tickles. He knows how much I hate anyone touching my feet, so it doesn't take long for me to be a wiggling, squealing mess as I screamuncleat the top of my lungs. But does he stop? Nope. He continues to torture me as I thrash and kick out at him. I get one solid kick in before his arms wrap around my legs and pin my arms to my side like a snake going in for the kill. He tightens his hold until the only thing I can move is my ass and wiggle my upper body. My abs tighten with the effort it takes to sit up and glare at him.
"Tell me you're sorry," Owen taunts. "Tell me you won't buy Annalee any of your inappropriate shirts and I'll let you go."
"I won't buy her any of my shirts." The plea falls from my lips within seconds. I'll say anything to get him away from my feet, and he knows it.
"And . . ." He contorts his arm back so his hand is brushing along my bare foot. Damn the heat and my need to avoid socks.
"And I'm sorry." As soon as the words leave my mouth, Owen releases me and stands up from the bed with a victorious smile on his face.
