Page 104 of My Rules

“So.” I smile as I widen my eyes. Fucking hell ... How do I get myself into these situations? “I must apologize for Saturday night.”

Her eyes hold mine, but she shows no emotion.

“Nana fell down the stairs, and it’s been very hectic.” I’m talking fast to try and brush past the lying. “And then I had to look after my neighbor’s dog, and he chewed up all the socks, and I haven’t been able to find any pairs. So ... therefore, I couldn’t possibly leave the house.”

“Let me get this straight.” Her eyebrow rises. “You didn’t call me because you couldn’t find a pair of socks?”

“Precisely. What I’m trying to say is that ...”

She raises an eyebrow as she waits. Don’t make this any easier, bitch.

“I perhaps shouldn’t have asked you on a date because ...” I troll my mind for an intelligent reply. Because why? ... Fuck it!

“I’m waiting,” she snaps impatiently.

“I know you’re not the kind of woman who just ...” I widen my eyes as I search for a word ... any fucking word will do. “And I thought I was ready for something more, but it turns out that I’m not, and I’m sorry.”

Her eyes hold mine as she processes what I’ve just said.

“Does she know?” she eventually asks.

“Huh?” I frown.

“Rebecca.”

“What about Rebecca?”

“Oh please,” she scoffs. “You spent all night staring at her with love hearts in your eyes.”

My mouth drops open in fake horror. “Are you insinuating that I’m lusting after my sister? Dr. Mansfield, I take offense.”

“I’m not insinuating anything; I know you’re lying.”

“Why would you even suggest such a thing?”

“Because I googled your sister, and she isn’t her.” She pokes me hard in the chest. “You. Blake Grayson. Are a loser.”

I wince. “The evidence does support that.”

“Don’t ever call me again.” She disappears around the corner, and I drag my hand down my face.

Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on it.

“Let’s get into the spa.” Sara smiles. She gets off the chaise longue and leans over me, putting her two hands on my knees. “You’re quiet tonight, baby.” She kisses me softly.

“I’ll be in in a minute.”

“He is quiet today, isn’t he?” Michelle replies. She runs her hand through my hair. “A spa with your two favorite girls will help.” She leans over and kisses me, her lips lingering over mine. “Come on.” She gets up and grabs my hand.

“I’ve just got to make a call. Be there in a sec,” I tell her.

She takes off into the bedroom, and I sit alone on the couch. I hear the tap turn on as they fill the bath, and I can hear them talking with excitement in their voices.

This is nothing new. I’ve been fucking around with these two naughty girls for years.

Roommates, friends, hot, sexy, and willing to share my cock. Not a common combination at all.

So why the fuck am I just not into it tonight?

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