Page 36 of My Brother's Best Men
Benny smirks at me. “You aren’t the boss of me, princess. You need to remember that.”
He walks out of the elevator, leaving me more frustrated than ever. Seriously, if I was a cartoon, my head would be spouting steam and my eyes would be doing the bug out of my skull thing. The nerve of this man.
“Well, if you want to be like that, then maybe I’ll just go stay with thevirginsince you don’t seem to be all that worried about him.”
That stops him in his tracks.
He turns to look at me, staring at me like he wants to truly murder me.
And then he takes two steps toward me. We’ve got a whole hallway, but he might as well have me up against a metaphorical wall with the heat in his gaze, the tension in his jaw.
“I wasn’t trying to be a dick,” he says, his voice low. “I was just telling him it’sokayto wantotherwomen.” His gaze dips to my mouth, where it hovers for a second longer than I know it should. I’m suddenly acutely aware of howclose he actually is. How big he is. So much bigger than I remember.
I don’t miss the implication, the words between his words. He was telling Matthew it was okay to want women other thanme.
Which means two things.
One—Benny knows how Matthew feels about me, or has felt about me.
Two—it’s possible Matt still feels this way, and the woman he’s resigned himself to waiting for isme.
And I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“Like you, you mean?” I say, my voice darker than it should be.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying, you seem to have alotof experience in that department, right?”
I watch the flames in Benny’s eyes flicker as his jaw tenses, as his gaze drifts back to my mouth. “You slut-shaming me, Sophie?” His smirk is the only indication of humor because his voice is dark and smooth and his stare is so heated I think a fire’s started inside of me. My thighs are warm and slick, and I know it’s not entirely from the heat outside.
“If the tuxedo fits,” I say with a grin.
He chuckles as he leans in closer. “Well, don’t worry,” he says, hovering with his lips right up next to my ear. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
I can’t help but close my eyes as I feel the heat of his breath on my skin.
“Come, Sophie,” he says suddenly, his voice dark and smooth and hitting me in all the right places. For a moment, I can almost pretend we’re not in public.
And then I remember we are—in public.
My eyes open wide, and I look around, worried we’ve been seen, caught. The last thing I need is my mother or one of the bridesmaids catching us like this. After all, they don’t know the truth, and neither does Benny. Which pulls me back to the here and now.
I say nothing as he turns around, leading me down the hall to his room. Our room.
My room for the night, anyway.
When he swipes his card and opens the door, he waves me in first. “After you, princess.”
I fight the urge to look at him as I enter, immediately freezing in place as I set my sight on the one bed.
Just…one.
“Did you book double beds, by chance?” I ask shakily.
“Huh?” The door shuts and then I feel him come up behind me, his body heat invading my space. “Yeah, I did, actually,” he says. “It was standard for the room block…”
I let out a heavy sigh as my gaze focuses on the large bed, on the crisp white sheets.
