Page 3 of Sweet Temptation
“Language, Rome,” Mom snaps, and Dad smiles. She’s always tried to curb the cussing, but it’s never worked. Not whenshe’s got three sons who grew up cussing like sailors and one daughter who makes us all look like angels in comparison.
“Why are you screwed, Lucky?” Dad asks, ignoring the language.
“I’m not,” I protest, but my fucking brother is a douche.
“Because Lexie Sinclair is Lucky’s new roommate,” Rome announces to the table.
Dad sits back and sips his merlot. “I didn’t know she was back from Paris.”
“I’m surprised her parents let her go to Paris,” Nonna muses.
Mom looks around the table, her lips pursed, hiding a smile. “Really... am I the only one who knew she was coming back?”
“Apparently,” I grumble and stuff more pasta in my mouth. Fuck. My family has made food a love language. It’s also made me a dude who eats his fucking feelings. Real masculine and shit.
“What else are you holding out on, Snow?” Dad smirks. Mom looks like Snow White. Black hair, pale skin, tiny red lips. But that’s where the comparison ends—sweet and innocent, she’s definitely not.
She dabs the corners of her mouth with a cream linen napkin and sits back, smiling. “I hired her.”
Of course she fucking did.
Linc
Who wants to help me move Lexie in tomorrow?
Lucky
Do I get a choice?
Linc
Nope.
Ryker
Is sexy Lexie gonna wear short shorts?
Lochlan
I might not be home, but I can still find a way to kill you, if you call her that again.
Ryker
Fine. I’ll help. But if she could have a hot friend I’m not related to, it would make it way better.
Asher
I’m not related to any of her friends. What time?
Jamie
You’re not even old enough to drink. Keep dreaming.
Asher
Whatever, old man.
Jamie
