Page 151 of Unleashed

“No. Greg loves harassing me as much as you.”

Beau scrunches his forehead. “Not in the same realm. He wants you.”

I cough on my mouthful of Diet Coke. “Shut up.”

“Totally serious, Sims.” Beau and Finn are the only two to call me that. “Get a damn clue.”

“He wants me for sex, Beau.”

“Jesus.” He shakes his head before biting into his cheeseburger. When he swallows, he says, “Quit making yourself so damn available.”

“I don’t,” I lie. Beau rolls his eyes. “Have you ever had a threesome?”

His brown eyes grab mine, and he gapes at me. “No. Why?”

I shrug. “It was something I was considering. I think Finn has.”

“No doubt.”

“How would I set one up? Is it something people keep on the DL, or do people network? Maybe post on social media?”

Beau shakes his head. “What the hell?”

“I’m curious. Sue me.”

“You probably should find a new hobby.”

I sigh and pick up a French fry. Before I bite into it, Greg and Trashy walk through the door on the other side of the dining room. Trashy is smiling, but behind her, Greg glowers at the world. They turn their backs to us as they look at the menu. I swing back to Beau and plead, “Pretend you’re my date.”

Unsurprised, Beau swipes a fry through his pile of ketchup. “No.”

“Can I sit next to you?”

“No.”

I get up and slide into the booth seat with him. He unwillingly scoots since I’m almost sitting on his lap. “Greg is here. I need to kiss your neck when he looks.”

“And I will cut your throat.”

“Help your stepsister!” I whisper-shriek and then remember he’s my ex-stepbrother now.

“It feels like incest.”

“Eww. That’s fucking twisted, Beaumont. We’re not blood-related.”

He shrugs and I watch Greg and Trashy carry cups with spoons to a seat close to the door they used. They sit across from each other, with Greg facing my direction. I turn to Beau and side-hug him as he continues to eat. He groans, “Remove your tentacles, sis.”

Still gripping him, I whine, “Work with me. I want Greg to see me on a date.”

“The only thing you’re on is my last nerve.”

“It’ll be my graduation present.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he mumbles. “I’m not kissing you. That’s where I draw the line.”

“So, no sex on the table?”

He pushes me off him. “Who’s twisted now?”

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