Page 31 of Indulge
“Yeah.” She blushes.
She releases my hand, smiling. “Well, I’m Bella. I’m sure you know.”
I bow as best I can in a towel, and she playfully smacks my chest.
“Your name, rockstar?”
“Rowan.”
She nods. “I—um—I’m sorry I barged in here. I thought Reggie had another house to avoid me.”
I step closer, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent clinging to her skin.
“My brother would be damn stupid to ignore you,” I tell her quietly. “He’s a grump till you get to know him. Give him some time.”
“Hmm. I don’t think he likes me much.” She taps her chin.
I can tell it bothers her—Reggie’s frost. But that’s just him. He doesn’t do it out of malice. It’s all he knows.
“Trust me, Bella. You’d know if he didn’t,” I say, tone dropping lower.
She gives me a sweet smile. “I maybe didn’t leave the best first impression,” she murmurs.
My eyes go wide. “Yeah. I heard it was quite the experience.” I wink.
I need to stop flirting. But I can’t fucking help myself. And in my defense, she’s the one eating me up with her eyes.
I need to divert this conversation, fast. Reggie won’t be happy. This isn’t one of our arrangements. This is going to be his wife. I can’t mess this up.
“Have you had breakfast?” I blurt.
Am I broken?
She tilts her head. “No. Just coffee. Wait. Do you have caramel syrup?”
I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah, I got all of them. I’ve got a real bad sweet tooth.”
She smiles so wide I go giddy. Abort mission.
“Thank fuck. I’m dying for a caramel latte, Rowan.”
“Let me get changed, and I’ll make us one. And some eggs?”
“Sounds good.” She steps back toward the door.
“I’ll go downstairs?” she asks, and there’s a flicker of nerves in her voice.
“Make yourself at home, sis,” I say automatically.
Her eyes flick across the room at that word.
Sis. What the fuck is wrong with me?
She all but runs out, and I stand there dripping, staring at the door, feeling like smashing my head against the tile.
It’s just breakfast.
She’s seen my cock.
