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My mouth falls open, and I barely put it in park when I dash out of my car. Just because we no longer live next door to the Kriegers doesn’t mean I’ve stopped worrying about Jillian, and now I understand why. She needs someone to make sure she stays out of trouble. “What the hell are you wearing?” I bark out, storming up to her in my three-piece suit even though it’s ninety degrees out.
“What does it look like, Sawyer?”she says, smiling from ear to ear.
“It looks too fucking short, is what it looks like,” I snap.
Still, seeing her now, I know it’s only a matter of time before I cave. I will myself away from her, counting the days until I won’t have to stay away again.
“That’s none of your business, Mr. Masterson.”
“The hell it isn’t. I’ll go inside and tell your mother what you have on.” She rolls her pretty eyes at me. It’s bullshit that she’s wearing shorts that are too damn tiny.
“Who do you think went with me to get them?”
My eyes rake up and down over her slight figure, admiring her outfit while hating it at the same time. The V between her thighs is quite visible, giving me a hard-on that wants to tear through my pressed slacks, and that is unacceptable. “I can see the outline of your virgin pussy.”
“How do you know I’m a virgin?”
I tilt my head up to the heavens and close my eyes, sending up a prayer for the strength to maintain my control because I’m about to do or say some shit that’s going to end our relationship. “Because I’ll kill any man that dares lay a hand on you.”
“I won’t stay pure forever.”
“No, you won’t.” I take a deep breath and add, “Go back inside and change before I go to jail for tearing out eyeballs.”
She crosses her arms in a huff, amplifying her cleavage in her low-cut blouse. “You are no fun, Sawyer.”
“No, I’m not, Jilly Bean.” I growl and stand there until she stomps her way back up the stoop and into her house.
“I don’t know who is more stubborn—you, or her?” I turn my head and see my twin standing beside me with a smirk on his face.
“She’s a pain in the ass,” I mutter, staring up at her window.
He claps his hand on my shoulder. “I’m betting she’s a pain in a lot of places. Man, she’s sure grown up, hasn’t she?” I whip my head toward him.
My hands end up on his lapels, and I’m shaking my brother and best friend. “You keep your motherfucking eyes and everything else off her.”
He tugs at my hands. “Calm down, Sawyer. That was a quick turnaround. Or was it? I get it. You know I don’t have a thing for the sweet little Jill. I can’t say she doesn’t have a thing for me. After all, we’re twins, so there’s no guarantee she doesn’t want the both of us, but I’m not interested.”
“She doesn’t want you, and I don’t have a thing for her. I’m just protecting her.” I refuse to believe it. We’ve had a bond over the past eight years that has transformed from a strange, caring bond to a feeling that I can’t explain and refuse to acknowledge. She’s still a child, and I’m not even established. There is no way I’ll ever be my parents.
Shaking off the tension, I march back to my vehicle while my brother follows, and then we drive off to the office so I can work off the frustration of life and make my fortune.
When we get to the office, we’re hit with an enormous blow. Our lawyer and our public relations guy are waiting for us.
They hand us the newspaper headlines.
Nox Sawyer Investment owners’ father killed mother in murder-suicide.
I pace around my office while Nox slams his fist through his laptop keyboard, making us look worse.
“Okay—that’s not the face you two can show the public. You’re both young, and investors are already wary of that. The fact that you’re smart and skilled has served you well. This will blow over, but we have to ask a few questions.”
“Okay. Go on,” I say, taking a seat behind my desk.
“Sorry, gentlemen. The hardest part of the business is appearances. Keeping things clean and yourselves above reproach will make this company a success. Are there any other skeletons that need to be buried?”
“No, why?”
“Mistresses, bastard children?” our lawyer asks without taking a breath. “Underage lovers?” My mind goes to Jilly Bean. No. I push thoughts of her from my head because that’s not even an option.
