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“My dad and brother,” she clarified after letting him squirm for a few seconds.

Maybe he deserved that.

With a steady gaze, she met his eyes and added, “I haven’t ever had a man in this bedroom, Sir, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Good answer.

Brandy was well within her rights to tell him to mind his own business or refuse to give him information. He appreciated that she hadn’t made either of those choices. “Any man who is concerned by your décor hasn’t thought about fucking you over the back of that chaise or tying your hair to the headboard.”

“Is that what you’re thinking?” she asked, rolling the wineglass between her palms.

“That, and propping those pillows beneath your stomach so that I can get your ass high enough to stuff my cock in it.”

She froze. “In that case, I won’t change a single thing, Sir.”

“The image will be that much hotter with my handprints already on your butt cheeks.”

“All of a sudden, I’m thinking of canceling the party.”

“That’s two of us.”

She dropped her bra in a dresser drawer and closed it before he could get a proper look at all her lingerie.

“For later, Sir,” she promised.

He followed her back to the kitchen and topped off her glass. Niles still hadn’t taken a sip from his. “How will you be introducing me tonight?”

“As an acquaintance I’ve known for a long time. I saw you at the grocery store and invited you.”

“You took pity on a starving man,” he added. “I’m another one of your strays.”

She swept her gaze up his sexy body. “Do you think anyone will actually believe you’re a stray?”

Her unabashed approval fired a flame between them.

Outside, a vehicle’s tires crunched on the rock driveway.

Immediately, the dogs began to bark, and they almost plowed him over as they dashed toward the door.

“Sorry about that.” She slid her glass onto the counter and rubbed her ass. “Good thing I have on comfortable shoes, since I won’t be able to sit down tonight.”

“Perfect.”

She flashed him a quick scowl before calling back the dogs and opening the door for the first of her visitors.

Over the next twenty minutes, at least a dozen people arrived, and no one asked about his relationship with Brandy.

Though they seemed to all know one another, they included him in conversations and jokes.

Beer flowed freely, and snacks of crudités and nuts quickly vanished.

A tall, thin woman stood near a table and tossed a candy-coated chocolate in her mouth every thirty seconds. Her coordination and timing were impressive.

As the afternoon drew on, the noise level steadily increased, not at all helped by the dogs’ excitement.

Some guests moved into the living room, braver ones went outside with the beer or soft drinks, but most stayed in the kitchen.

He enjoyed watching Brandy interact, moving from conversation to conversation with ease, calling out answers to questions from across the room, and opening beer bottles for others without being asked.

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