AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The way Brock and I are together, the way our conversation just flows, the way we make each other laugh . . . I’m sure we have a real connection, a rare one, the kind most people never even experience in their entire lifetime.
“I really hope you’re right, little sister,” Dean says. “But you should be careful. And if I were you, I’d start looking for another job. In any case, it’s not a good idea to work with someone you’re dating.”
“You have a point,” I agree. It’s probably not the most professional thing in the world to sneak into supply closets at work with my boss. I should take my job more seriously and keep my personal life separate.
“Of course I do,” Dean says, grinning. “Now eat your pasta. It’s getting cold.”
Brock
I manage to hold off on contacting Nina until the end of the day. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to because after a week of basically being with her 24/7, it’s like a part of me is missing, not having her around.
But still, despite checking my phone every twenty minutes and watching the clock on my office wall slowly inch its way around, I don’t text her until I get out of the office.
I wonder how she and Dean are getting along.
If I know Dean—and I do—he’s probably regaling her with tales of my past conquests, trying to warn her off me. Telling her I’m a womanizer and a serial dater. I wouldn’t expect anything less of him, and to be honest, I guess I can’t blame him.
If he was dating my little sister . . . well, actually I wouldn’t really mind. He’s so dependable and sensible, you couldn’t really ask for more from someone dating your sister.
And sure, maybe I haven’t always been dependable and sensible, in my personal relationships at least, since Rosa screwed me over.
But I also haven’t felt this way about anyone since she broke my heart. What I feel for Nina is real, and if Dean screws it up for me, I don’t know what I’ll do.
All these thoughts and more race through my mind as I endure the drudgery of the work day, finally pulling my phone out as soon as I get home.
How’s it going? Has Dean managed to warn you off me yet?
She replies a minute or two later, and I yank my phone out of my pocket. It’s like I’m a teenager again, dating for the first time. It’s ridiculous.
Hey, Brock. He’s feeling weird about us being together. I’m trying to set him straight, but you know what he’s like. Stubborn as a damn mule. Might take some work.
I sigh and massage my temples.
Yeah, I know what he’s like. You want me to talk to him?
She replies almost immediately.
No, it’ll only make things worse. Leave him to me, I know how to handle him. It’ll just take some time for him to come around to this. I guess it didn’t really help with him seeing us practically doing it on your desk. He’s my brother. I know how to get him wrapped around my little finger. :)
I hope she’s right. Dean can be fucking tenacious when he wants to be. And I get the feeling that, when it comes to his little sister, he’s not about to back down that easily.
Yeah, he probably thinks I’m an asshole for sleeping with his sweet, innocent little sister. If only he knew the truth ;)
I smile, wondering how Nina’s going to react. I hope my little text reminds her of what we were doing just before Dean interrupted us, how she was moaning on my desk and begging me for more . . .
My phone beeps.
I’ve got to go. I’ve been hiding from him in this bathroom for too long already to text you, he’s probably getting suspicious. I’ll update you tomorrow at the office. Probably better if we don’t stay together tonight.
I put the phone down with a sigh, hoping it doesn’t ring until Nina gets back in touch in the morning. I don’t want to deal with any work calls this evening—my mind’s not in it. I’m barely managing to keep on top of my workload as it is without this new distraction.
I just hope Dean doesn’t completely lose it because I could really do without losing one of my oldest and best friends over this. As long as he calms the fuck down and realizes that his little sister is old enough to make her own decisions, things will work out.
But with Dean, there’s no guarantee of that.
I spend a weirdly somber evening at home.
I used to love spending the evening at home alone. Being able to eat what I like, watch whatever I like on TV, and just have some peace and quiet? Bliss.
But things are different now. I miss Nina’s laugh, her cheesy wisecracks, the warmth of her body next to mine. We just . . . fit together, like it was always meant to be this way.
