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If Cade could hear me now.
I gave him shit when he stopped playing the field to be with Cora, and he told me one day I’d understand. I’m pretty sure he didn’t have Tiff in mind when he made that comment.
“What are you doing?” I jump when I realize Tiff’s standingrightnext to me.
“Preheating the oven.”
“I meant, what are you making?”
“Frozen pizza.”
She wrinkles her nose. “If you tell me that’s cooking, I’m going to have to call bullshit. Even I can do that.”
“Well, I call bullshit on you not being able to cook. There’s no way you haven’t picked anything up at work.”
“Food is not my forte. But if you need a dirty cocktail, I’m your girl.” She waggles her eyebrows, and I feel my lip trying to break into a smile.
Cade invented a game years ago where you string dirty drink names together in a sentence. He currently holds the record at seven, and I’ve been trying to beat it for years. It’s my go to pickup line, suggesting signature drinks for…
“Why are you frowning?” Tiff asks.
“Was I?” I open the pizza box to pretend like that’s the focus of my attention.How many times has Tiff heard me use that opening?
“Yes. But first you were smiling.”
I pretend not to hear her. “These boxes are always so damn hard to open.”
She snatches it away from me and rips the cardboard edge apart with ease. “So? Aren’t you going to suggest a signature drink for me, Three-Legged Monkey?” She baits me using my own.
“It’s a stupid game.” I stick the pizza in the oven and set the timer. “You don’t need something so shallow.”
“I still want to know what you’d pick.”
I lean my hip against the stove and face her, debating whether to play the game or give her the truth. I go with both. “You’re probably expecting me to say Naughty Girl Scout, or Angel’s Tit, and you’re both of those. But to me you’ll always be Sweet Poison.”
“Is that another of your references to being castrated if Cade finds out about this?”
“Yes.”
“I think I like Angel’s Tit better.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest, which, predictably, makes my cock stir. “And why are you so worried about what Cade thinks? It’s not like he was a saint before he met Cora, so he can’t really object without being a hypocrite.”
“It’s guy code. You’re not supposed to bang your best friend’s sister.”
“He’s not your best friend and I’m not his sister.”
“Semantics.” I wave my hand dismissively. “Besides, the better question is why aren’tyouobjecting? You should aim higher than the poster child for casual sex.” I may be an asshole for taking advantage of being stuck together, but that doesn’t mean I’m a liar, and I won’t pretend I deserve her.
She rolls her eyes. “If I want good sex doesn’t that make theposter childmy best choice?”
“I haven’t showed you good yet, Little Girl.”
It’s not until I see the heat flare in her eyes that my words register.Shit!How does she make my resolve crumble so easily?
“If I’m Little Girl does that make you Daddy?” She bats her eyelashes dramatically, struggling to keep a straight face.
Fuck, I walked right into that one.
The oven timer dings, releasing me from the corner I backed myself into. It’s a temporary reprieve. Considering we’ve already fucked once, and we’re still stuck together, I’d be a fool to think it won’t happen again. Actually, I’m counting on it. But Tiff’s a smart girl. If I seem too willing, she might try to get me to extend our Vegas boundary to Katah Vista.
