Page 13 of Take Me, Sir

“I live here.” She gestured to the building.

I suddenly began to believe in fate. I stuck my hands in my pockets and smiled. “I really had no idea. I suppose we have to take this as a sign that we were supposed to meet again.”

“Maybe.” She reached out and brushed her hand across my chest.

My cock stood up and took notice.

“But seriously, what brought you here?” She stiffened slightly, as if something just occurred to her. “If you were here to see someone else, that's okay–”

“I wasn't,” I said quickly. “I mean, I was, but not like that.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Bollocks.”

She laughed, relaxing again. “It's okay, Dean. No explanation needed.”

“I was here to see our mutual friends,” I said.

Her entire body went still. “What mutual friends?”

Okay, I was a bit confused now. She had to know that she was living in the same building as Dalton and Juliette, right? “Dalton and Juliette. You were at their wedding. I assumed you knew them.”

“You're friends with Dalton and Juliette.” She took a step back, her expression unreadable. “So when you brought that gift to the house...you're friends of the Breckenridges, then?”

It was an odd question, but I answered it anyway. “Cross Phillips and I met a couple years ago. When I moved to the city, he and Hanna introduced me to Dalton and Juliette.”

“Shit,” she muttered.

“Is something wrong?”

Things had been going so well, but I got the feeling something happened in the last couple minutes to make it go sideways. Still, it didn't stop me from wanting to kiss her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, the movement enhancing her impressive breasts. “You don't know who I am, do you?”

“You're Kyndall.” I really didn't understand what was going on here.

Her lips twisted into a strange smile. “Kyndall Letlow.”

It took a moment for it to sink in.

Letlow.

As in Dalton Letlow.

Shit.

“You're Dalton's...”

“Sister,” she said. “Little sister, actually.”

“Bollocks.”

She laughed, a harsh quality to the sound. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”

Shit! I didn't have any siblings, but I was pretty sure I'd be pissed if someone fucked my little sister. If someone wanted to do the things I wanted to do...

“I'll go now.”

I started to turn away, but she grabbed my arm. “Why?”

“Why?” I stared down at her. “Your brother is one of my friends, and he'd kick my ass – well, he'd try anyway – and it's not...”

“He's not the boss of me,” she said. “I do what I want.”

This was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

But I did it anyway.

“And what do you want, Kyndall?”

Her eyes locked onto mine. “You.”

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