Page 65 of Summer Shot
“Trouble in paradise?” A voice that I can’t quite place whispers in my ear, causing me to jump.
“Seems like I’m always scaring you, aren’t I, B?” The alluring voice teases me.
Only one person in my life has ever called me “B.” Turning, I find the most unexpected girl before me.
“Renee.” My lips purse, puzzled. “What are you doing here?” My words come out harsher than I intend. I met the blonde seductress almost three years ago while I was visiting the Wyverns. I haven’t seen or talked to her since.
“Is that how you greet all your old friends?” She takes a step toward me again. Instinctively, I take a step back.
“I wouldn’t call a one night stand I haven’t talked to in almost three years an old friend, Renee,” I huff in frustration. Apparently, her lack of response after we spent the night together still hurts my ego.
“Oh, B, don’t be bitter. You know you missed me.” She closes the gap between us and lightly traces her hand along my cheek, grazing it as if to comfort me but it has the opposite effect.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?” I ask through clenched teeth. “Or are you going to keep playing your little games?”
“You love games, B.” She fake pouts again like a spoiled rich girl throwing a tantrum to get her allowance for the week.
“I’m really sick of people pretending like they know me tonight.” I walk to the fridge to grab a beer, hoping it will ease the tension filling my gut. Between the unwelcome visit from Renee and Libby giving me shit, I’m ready to call it quits tonight.
“So, was that girl your girlfriend?” Renee pries, taking a step toward me, clearly wanting to eliminate the space I created between us.
Memories from the first time I met Renee three years ago fill me as her question about my love life echoes in my mind. Deja vu.
Taking a long pull of my beer, I finally answer her. “It’s none of your concern.” My tone is flat, uninterested, and cold. I know all too well that this girl is capable of fucking with my head.
Renee moves closer to me again. “Then I guess that means I can come home with you tonight,” she purrs, reaching for my hand.
Instinctively, I turn away. “No, thanks. I’m headed back outside.”
My back is to Renee as I start to open the sliding door.
“Wait,” she calls out, choked with emotion which stops me in my tracks.
Slowly, I face her and wait for an explanation.
“Blaine, I’m sorry I just.” She lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I’ve missed you.”
Once again, the emerald eyed beauty tempts me to play the bad boy part I was casted as right away when I came to West. One more night can’t hurt, right? No one would even know.
She reaches for my hand again, this time I allow her to grab it, and she quickly pulls me to the front door to leave. As if following orders, I obediently follow.
“Your place?” she asks, her voice laced with lust and greed.
The single syllable word flies out of my mouth before I can think with my head instead of my cock, “Yes.”
“Good boy,” she lulls, entrancing me in her intoxicating call of temptation.
Good boy? That is exactly what I need to be.
Chapter thirty-two
Blaine
Memories from three years ago stir, playing in my head like a movie.
“Why the long face?” An unfamiliar sultry voice coos, startling me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump. I just got here.” The bright-eyed, blonde hums. Her radiant face and intense green eyes are as unrecognizable as her siren-like voice.
