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She’s dragging a small suitcase, strutting assertively as if she’s used to having the world at her fingertips. Her breasts bounce underneath her slinky blouse, her tight butt contained in a skirt so snug it makes me let out an involuntary moan. My fist clutches around the can. I can see my hands all over that ass.
Not that a girl like her would ever look at someone like me.
My thoughts freeze when she starts walking up the porch and I tense. Is this her house? Is she the girl Robbie lives with? I think she is, because she fishes a key out of her pocket, about to unlock the door when her eyes zone in on the broken window. The blood drains from her face and she lets out a gasp, then backs.
Shit!
I get out into the hallway and she shrieks at the sight of me, but I hurry to open up and explain myself. “Don’t be scared,” I rasp, while my pulse races because I can’t believe I’m this lucky. “You’re Charlotte Sathers, right?”
The girl nods hesitantly, her pale hazel eyes wide in her Victoria’s Secret model face.
“I’m Troy Braidwood, Robbie’s cousin,” I swallow because I can’t get over how excruciatingly beautiful she is, “did he tell you I’d be coming?”
Letting out an awkward laugh, she rubs her forehead then nods. “He did...,” she rummages around her purse for her phone, “but then he sent me a text, saying there was a change of plans.” She frowns, looking at me and I cross my arms over my chest.
“He told me you were visiting family.”
“I was,” the girl replies, “but then Aunt Amy and her kids got sick and the whole trip was cancelled.”
Ah...I see.
It’s starting to make sense. Robbie was probably fine with me staying here as long as the girl was out of the way, but as soon as he found out I’d be alone with her, he panicked. I suppose he’s trying to be a good roommate, and keep Charlotte protected from someone like me.
I’ve never liked Robbie that much, but now I dislike him with a sudden burning hatred.
Charlotte pinches her lip, inspecting the broken glass. “Do you have any idea what happened to the door?”
I don’t plan on telling the truth; don’t want her to see me in a bad light.
“A couple of kids played baseball out on the street and accidentally crushed the window with the ball. Don’t worry,” I add when Charlotte groans, “I’ll fix it for you.”
“You know how to fix windows?” Charlotte asks and I step aside, to let her in. “That’s impressive. Robbie can’t even switch a lightbulb.” She lets out a short snicker. “Don’t tell him I said that.”
I grin, promising I won’t before helping her with her luggage. She doesn’t seem nervous around me anymore. On the contrary she seems like the kind who has her entire life in order but I still have to make sure.
“If you have a problem being alone here with me, then just tell me and I’ll be out before you know it.”
“Don’t be silly.” Charlotte firmly shakes her head. “You’re Robbie’s cousin and we get along great.”
A flare of jealousy goes off in my chest and even I’m surprised by the degree it scorches. .
“Which means...,” Charlotte continues with a playful look in her eyes, “that you and I probably will too.”
I’m very different from Robbie, though. Which she will find out herself soon enough.
My eyes follow Charlotte as she walks into the kitchen then fills up a tall glass of ice tea. Putting the rim to her lips, she sits up on the counter and dangles with her legs. I try not to stare at them, try to do the right thing but they’re tan and they shimmer.
Just looking at them, gets me so hard that I have to remember how to breathe.
“Robbie hasn’t told me anything about you,” Charlotte muses, regarding me curiously. “Are you two even that close?”
“We love each other like brothers,” I lie and Charlotte’s whole face softens.
“I’m the same with my cousins.” A smile teases her lips. “See, I told you we’d get along.” She takes another sip but chokes on it when I ask,
“Not trying to get personal, but is something going on between you and Robbie that I should know about?”
She watches me with horror in her eyes before she starts laughing. “Robbie and I?” Sniggering, she shakes her head. “That’s hysterical. He’s not even my type.” Putting the glass down, she blurts, “You two don’t look a lot alike.”
