“Now it would be perfect if those ladies were to end up with one of my sons.” Mom turns and grins at us both before disappearing into the kitchen with Charlotte. Luckily, she misses Lucien cussing under his breath.
We’d all love for Lucien to get together with Sabrina, but he’s a stubborn ass and is fighting his feelings for her. We all can see this apart from my idiot of a brother and if he doesn’t get with it soon, he’s going to lose her to someone else. She’s an attractive woman and once she decides to open herself up for dating he’s going to be left behind.
The woman in question is standing in the doorway of the kitchen staring at Lucien as he holds a one sided conversation with Jr. The look on her face makes me think that perhaps Lucien won’t get left behind; perhaps she’ll be the one to act and shake his world.
Sabrina glances towards me and blushes when she realizes I’ve been watching her. Instead of retreating like she usually does when caught watching Lucien, she makes her presence known and standing in front of him, says, “Jr.’s dinner is ready. I’ll take him.”
Lucien pauses before holding Jr. out to Sabrina, who takes him into her arms and gives him a kiss and cuddle before retreating back into the kitchen. Lucien watches her retreat.
I grin and stare at him.
“What the fucks wrong with you?” he grouches.
“Nothing’s wrong with me.” I laugh before becoming serious again. “Why don’t you ask her out? I don’t think she’d refuse.”
He looks surprised. Does my brother really think she’d refuse him after the way she’s always watching him?
“She doesn’t want to go out with me. I don’t have anything to offer anyone, and she’s a bit too close to home for anything else.”
With a huge effort, I keep my mouth shut. For over five years he’s been alone and shut off from the world. I know he was seriously burned in the car accident, but for a while now I’ve wondered whether or not his girlfriend at the time said something to him about the injuries he suffered. Since they broke up, I haven’t seen him with a woman, and he always goes out of his way to be standoffish. Pisses the fuck outta me.
“You don’t do ‘anything else.’ When you start dating someone it’s going to be more than ‘anything else.’ We both know that. You’ve never done the casual fuck…”
“Ruben Elias McKenzie.” I cringe hearing my full name shouted out from the kitchen. “Stop using the ‘F’ word and go find Ramon.”
I feel heat creeping into my face knowing Mom heard part of my conversation with Lucien, who is lounging back on one of the sofas with a shit eating grin on his face.
Busted!
Chapter 4 ~ Rosie
Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dry myself with my favorite pink, fluffy towel and think back to last night, which was my first night back at Kenza. I’d been looking forward to going back to work so I’d get to see Ruben, but to my disappointment he wasn’t around. Simon the bastard had snickered when he caught me snooping around and made sure I knew that Ruben was out on a booty call. Of course hearing those words made me lose my objective, which was to try and find out what was going on at Kenza. I’d gone back to the floor and worked like a robot, but toward the end of the evening, I’d chatted with Hunter, who’d helped break up the fight the night I’d gotten hurt.
If Ruben hadn’t already taken up residence in my heart, I might have been tempted to flirt with Hunter. He has the most mesmerizing green eyes I’ve ever seen. When he looks at me it feels like he is looking into my soul—intense and hot. It had taken a lot to drag my gaze away from his, which he seemed to know considering the smirk he’d given me. Arrogant ass!
I guess looking the way he does—with his chiseled cheekbones, square jaw covered in his five o’clock shadow; his unruly hair falling to his shoulders—he has a reason to be arrogant. I’m sure he has the ladies dropping their panties for him, although I have to say I don’t remember him ever leaving with anyone the few times I’ve seen him at the club.
He has a sexy butt, which I may have noticed once or twice. There’s nothing wrong with looking even if I’ve fallen for someone who doesn’t even know I exist. Perhaps I need to move on…
Sighing, I fasten my jeans before pulling on my red, long sleeved shirt; it matched perfectly to the red converse I grab from the floor of my closet.