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“I’ll take her for breakfast.” He kisses me softly.
I shake my head. “That’s so rude, Tyler! I have to meet her. It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just a little afraid.”
“She won’t bite, I promise. I got that trait.” He stands and winks with a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “There’s no need to be afraid.”
Maybe not for him. Maybe meeting the family isn’t a big freaking deal for Mr. Addicted To Sex. For me? It’s huge. Massive.
“Liv? What is it?”
“Aside from the fact that I have no clean clothes?”
He holds up a finger, opens a drawer, then throws a pair of jeans and a shirt at me. I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs.
“Don’t ask. Now what is it?”
I look down, fiddling with the tag on the pants, and say softly, “I’m afraid to meet her because it’s another part of you I could love.”
“Hey.” He bends over and tilts my face back up. “No worries. I’m way more lovable than Tessa.”
I take a deep breath and smile at him. “You’re such a twat.”
His lips curve into a grin. “What can I say? You bring it out in me. Now stop fussing and get dressed woman.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“And you better believe that’s the only time you’ll ever hear me say those bloody words to you.”
I laugh into my hand and take my clean panties from him. I note that they’re not the ones I left before. What the hell has he been up to? And why did I not know that there are brand-new clothes in his apartment that happen to fit me perfectly?
Why are they here?
I close my eyes briefly, shove those thoughts to the back of my mind, and swing my legs out of bed. I’m half dressed when I hear, “Tyler! Why are your trousers on your balcony?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. Holy fuck!
Tyler bursts into laughter. There isn’t a trace of embarrassment on his face, but mine is flaming.
“I gave the old bird in the opposite block a striptease last night!” he yells, winking at me.
Holy nonononono!
“I’ve changed my mind,” I breathe. “You can take her for breakfast!”
He looks at me, still laughing. He moves quickly, tugging me toward him, and presses his lips against mine. His teeth graze across my bottom lip as he pulls away.
“C’mon. Time to face the music, little exhibitionist.”
“It was your idea,” I murmur, trotting behind him. I hope I’m not still blushing.
“Yeah, well,” his sister says, “they’re soaking wet because it rained last night.”
“So you can dry them. You’re not staying here for free.”
“I’m not picking up your shit. I’m your older sister, not your slave, you messy git.”
I hide my laughter behind my hand, and Tyler looks at me. I shrug. “You are messy.”
He clicks his tongue. “I can see the next three weeks are going to be fun,” he says dryly. “Tessa, this is Liv. Liv, my sister.”
