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“That’s good to know. And here I thought I had missed out on the best years of a guy’s life.” I was joking. I had never had a desire to extend my education, even with the promise of dorm parties.
“You didn’t go to college?”
I eyed Bella over the bar. “You know I didn’t go to college.”
She gave me a look of bullshit innocence. “How would I know that? I don’t go making assumptions about people.” She handed me the glass.
I lifted it and drained it in two swallows.
“Oh, my goodness.” She eyed me uneasily. “Do you want more?”
“Sure.” I shrugged.
Bella took the glass back from me and set it down so she could pour. “Listen, I’m sure you’re a nice guy and all of that.”
I knew where this was going. “But…stay away from your sister?” That didn’t offend me. I knew that Bella had thought it was cute for Sophie to flirt with me. But to be hanging around, seeing her night after night? That was a hell no. Not what she would want for her sister, and I could respect that.
Bella bit her lip delicately. “Something like that. Sophie is very emotionally immature. She doesn’t know how to do what you are doing.”
That was interesting. And irritating. “And what is it that I’m doing?”
“Just having fun. She sees things as black-and-white.”
Exactly. “Which is why she understands what we’re doing.” That seemed obvious to me. Sure, maybe we were slightly muddying the waters by continuing to see each other, but I did not doubt for a minute that Sophie would tell me exactly what she was thinking at all times.
“If you look at her experience dating, Sophie is basically fifteen.”
That made me rub my jaw as she poured me more wine. “I don’t know a lot of fifteen-year-olds who can suck dick like that.”
Bella’s mouth dropped open and she gasped. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe you just said that!”
“Well, it’s true. She’s not a little kid. She’s an adult, getting her PhD in mathematics. Give me a break. She doesn’t need you treating her like a kid.” I reached over and took the glass from her hand and repeated my earlier chugging.
“Sophie doesn’t know men like I do.”
I set the glass down and turned around. “Thanks for the drink, Bella. It was a pleasure to see you again.” I gave her a wave and sauntered out of there, no longer caring that I was in my underwear. Her attitude toward Sophie had pissed me off the night we met and even more so now. Bella thought she had the market cornered on relationships.
She was failing to recognize that Sophie knew what she wanted and Sophie was always honest. It would weed out most of the dickheads who were playing games. Her straightforward approach would turn off flirts and charmers. She didn’t need her sister’s well-meaning and mostly arrogant advice.
Bella didn’t say a word to me as I left.
When I got back to Sophie’s room she was sitting on her bed with her knees up, back against the headboard. She had shed the robe and was looking at her phone.
“Checking your social media?” I asked. “What’s going on in the world of brag and bait?”
“I’m reading an article on the science of attraction. Did you know that if I think you smell good we have a fifty percent greater chance of sustaining a relationship?”
I wasn’t sure what exactly she meant by sustaining a relationship, given that we weren’t in one. Unless she meant our physical connection. “That’s a shitty statistic given that you think I stink.”
She glanced up at me and smiled. “That was just today. The first time you kissed me I thought you smelled sexy.”
It was ridiculous that it even mattered to me. I crawled up the bed. “Sorry I was gone so long. Your sister was in the kitchen.”
“Oh, damn.” Sophie put her phone down on the nightstand. “That must have been awkward since you’re not wearing pants.”
She didn’t look concerned about it though, really. She looked almost amused. My secret naughty girl. She might just be as much the black sheep of her family as I was of mine.
“It was a little awkward for me,” I said truthfully. “But only because I care about your feelings. Personally I don’t give a fuck. But she seemed a little shocked. She also warned me you’re emotionally immature.”
