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Mariana leans forward and places her elbows on her thighs. “How is she a disaster?”
He rolls his eyes. “She’s the biggest partier I’ve ever met. She’s notorious in my frat, and they all party.”
Mariana makes a little O with those pretty lips. “Imagine that. She’s a college student who parties.”
Ethan narrows his eyes as he smiles at her. “I promise you I’m not being judgmental. She’s not a normal partier. She’s…crazy. We have beer pong at my frat on Thursday nights—not a party or anything, just a low-key hangout. Anyway, last week, she left to go to the bathroom, and when she came back, she was fully naked. She said she fell in the toilet because the lid was up.” His frown turns incredulous. “She took off every lick of clothing because she got her pants a little wet and then just walked out in the open like it was nothing.”
Mariana cocks a brow. “Sounds like she made quite an impression on you.”
Ethan grunts. “How could she not when she was butt naked?”
Mariana giggles as she leans back into the couch. “If that’s appalling to you, I probably shouldn’t tell you any stories about my freshman year of college. I was a very naughty girl.”
I jerk back in my seat. Is it just my imagination, or is there a challenge in those dark eyes?
Holy fuck. Does she know? Does she know what I did last night?
No.
It’s just a coincidence. How could she know?
Fuck, why did I have to be so reckless? Pulling my cock out the second she left my office like a kid sneaking sweets. If I had had a little more self-control, I wouldn’t be going out of my mind right now.
I shift in my seat, trying to maintain my cool, but my face is as hot as a broiling oven.
“So Ethan likes wild ones as long as they aren’t too wild,” Mariana says, that intensity still in those dark eyes. “What’s your type, Brandon?”
She caresses my name with her lips. Oh fuck. She knows.
She fucking knows.
Or am I going crazy?
I lick my lips. “Um…” I glance at Sofia. “Gentle. Kind. With a sweet disposit—”
“So the typical Christian wifey,” Mariana says, and anger begins to flame in my chest.
She’s taunting me.
She’s taunting me at her sister’s expense.
I sit up straight and lower my chin. “Those are qualities I value in any human being. Man or woman. But in this case, I was describing your sister. I’m sure you wouldn’t dismiss her as just a… What do you say? Typical Christian wifey.”
Mariana’s eyes widen slightly before falling on her coffee, and a pang shoots into my chest. I didn’t mean to sound so scolding, but she should think more before she opens that bold mouth of hers.
“She’s not gentle.” Mariana’s voice is small. “You don’t know her very well.”
Sofia’s brow knits. “What do you mean I’m not gentle?”
Mariana smiles sheepishly at her. “You know you’re not.”
Sofia laughs, but it sounds forced. “Don’t listen to her, Brandon. It’s that historian memory of hers. She remembers every single fight we’ve ever gotten into, and she loves to tell the stories.”
I make an effort to smile warmly, though my muscles are as tight as guitar strings. “I’ll have to ask her for stories at work tomorrow.”
Sofia laughs genuinely this time, and the tension is diffused, but for the rest of our visit, my shoulders are tense and my reflexes alert.
Mariana knows.
