“Blake,” she growled. “Serena’s blonde.”
I’d have bet she was hot too. Serena was a hot-girl name. Blake? It was what you named a girl that you thought was going to be a boy and therefore projected all your boyhood dreams onto her. Ten bucks that her dad had made her play every sport in the book and she was either the product of divorce or single parenting.
“Why are you still standing here . . . naked?” This time she looked away, covering her face with her hands.
“What’s wrong with being naked? You do know you were born that way, right?”
“Just”—she didn’t look again, but pointed at the door—“go.”
“Your loss.” I laughed. “Could have rocked your world.”
“My world doesn’t need rocking.”
I paused midway through the door and turned back, moving in close, making sure my breath would blow across her neck as I whispered, “Now that’s where you’re wrong, Blake. Every girl needs to allow her world to be rocked, at least once. Or if said rocking is coming from me? Twice.”
Her stance was rigid, and the only clue I had to her emotions was the fact that her breathing picked up along with her pulse. I leaned forward and licked a spot on her neck that was taunting me. Then I stepped back. “Nice meeting you.”
The door slammed behind me, nearly slapping my ass in farewell.
Can’t win them all. Not that I would want to win anything with Adidas Girl. I had too much on my plate already. The last thing I needed was some sexually repressed tomboy who wore sweats because they were comfortable.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was still shaking my head after I got dressed and made my way back down the stairs and into the small living room. I mean, Adidas flip-flops?
Lex was busy chatting up the chick I guessed to be Serena, who had blonde hair, big doe eyes, and a cute little body that would probably be under his lazy ass in a few hours. Or better yet, she’d be on top doing all the work while the bastard placed his arms behind his head, yawned, and said, A little to the right.
He was bossy in bed and out of bed; he probably handed his girls manuals they had to memorize before getting the honor of doing him.
Blake wasn’t downstairs yet.
And Game of Thrones was playing on the TV. Season three, just where Gabi and I had left off. I wasn’t above faking an illness during the next episode so that everyone would go to bed and I could watch it without interruption. I’m a giver like that.
“Ian,” Gabi growled. “It’s been ten minutes. Tell me you didn’t.”
“Didn’t.” I winked at Lex and grabbed a beer from the counter, then started piling my plate high with chips.
Gabi pinched me in the side and twisted.
“Shit!” The chips nearly fell off my plate. “What was that for? I showered, I no longer smell like baby prostitute, you’re welcome!”
Gabi released my skin and shoved me in the chest. “Where’s Blake?”
“Is she on the basketball team?”
“No.” Gabi rolled her eyes, then gave me a familiar and suspicious look. “Where is she?”
“Soccer?”
“No.”
“Tennis?”
“Ian, if you touched her, I swear I’ll rip your golden locks from your brain one by one.”
I crunched down on a Cool Ranch Dorito. “Golf?”
“Volleyball,” Blake supplied, coming up beside us. “Actually.”
I snapped my fingers. “That explains the clothes.”
Gabi looked back and forth between us. “The clothes?”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Blake looked down.
I laughed.
They didn’t.
Clearing my throat, I crunched on another chip, flashed a smile, and said, “Absolutely nothing.”
“He belong to you?” Blake was pointing at me like I wasn’t part of the conversation.
“Unfortunately.” Gabi sighed. “You know how your parents always tell you not to feed the strays?” Her eyes met mine. “He was so cute at first, like all puppies. Then he started biting all my friends.”
“Love you too, boo.” I kissed her on the forehead and slapped her ass. “And they’re love-bites.”
Blake watched the exchange with wide eyes.
“Ian,” Lex shouted. “Are we going to do this or what? I have a test in the morning.”
That was his angle.
And he was so damn good at it that even I had to bow down and give him a pat on the ass.
He was a computer genius.
A hot science nerd.
I imagined he was what would happen if Bill Gates were reborn a Greek god. One day Lex was going to take over the world. That was, if he stopped banging the wrong chicks, i.e., his professors’ favorite students.
Girls adored him because he had a brain. Too bad he used his powers for evil. In a way, he was the villain to my hero.
I saved the girls from settling for tools, losers, and frat boys; that is, I saved them from guys like Lex. And Lex made sure, via his illegal computer programs and research, that our clients were legit.
He took the evil ones.
I helped the good ones.