Page 119 of The Dollhouse

“Great,” he said. “My car is down the road.”

As I followed Wyatt out of the house, I tossed a look around, half expecting Willow to be nearby, glaring, and half expecting to see Carter in the shadows. I didn’t see either of them, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still here, watching me.

Wyatt was a complete gentleman, opening the car door for me once we reached his parallel-parked vehicle. He even said I could pick the radio station in his car while he drove. I gave him directions, mostly telling him where to turn since I couldn’t remember the actual address of the house we were living in. Yeah, oops.

When we arrived at the house, Wyatt pulled into the driveway, leaning forward to stare at the house. It was smaller than your typical Hillcrest house, but still a lot bigger than houses in other places. “Dang,” he muttered. “Your family must have money.”

“I actually haven’t used my family’s money since I left,” I spoke as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “My boyfriend has connections, so he got us this place. Like hell would I ever move back home with my parents and my sister.”

His eyes flicked to me. “Your boyfriend, the same one at the party or a different one?”

I gave him a smile. “A different one. Maybe one day you can meet them—if you want, I mean. I’d never make you if you didn’t want to.” That wasn’t to say I wouldn’t whine and bat my eyelashes a bit; that’s how I got Lake to have sex with me in front of Roman. The threesome that followed was a total surprise. Welcome, but a surprise nonetheless.

He gave me a sheepish look. “Maybe. I’m still getting used to the idea, honestly. And tonight, with Willow… I still can’t believe she’s your sister. I can’t believe she did that to you. I never thought she was like that, but tonight I saw the real Willow, I think. I didn’t like her.”

God, I wished I could’ve recorded that last part, just so I could replay it for Willow herself to hear. If she wanted to pull a fast one over on Wyatt, she had to be a better actress, like me.

“It didn’t even occur to me that you knew her,” I said. “If I would’ve known, I… well, it doesn’t matter now. You know the truth. And because you know the truth, you better prepare yourself for some sneaky moves. If she wants you, she won’t give up.”

“She can try as hard as she wants, but she’s not going to get me,” he told me, smiling. “You, on the other hand… you just might have a shot, boyfriends and all.” His hands left the steering wheel, and he put the car in park. He reached for his seatbelt to undo it, and I wondered what he was doing, if he thought he was going to walk me to the front door or something.

And then I realized what he had in mind.

He kissed me. Just a quick peck on the lips, nothing movie-worthy, nothing world-stopping. It was a kiss that told me he was falling for me, that everything I was doing was working. Gentle, soft, unsure, and over so quickly I couldn’t even respond. I just sat there, and after he pulled his lips off mine, my eyes widened.

Shit.

Wyatt saw the expression on my face, quickly saying, “Oh, God. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Whether he felt guilty because he did it and I didn’t kiss him back or because he suddenly remembered I had other boyfriends, I didn’t know.

And it didn’t matter.

“No, no, it’s fine,” I said. “I’m sorry, I… I just need to talk to my guys.” He didn’t look like he believed me, so, since I didn’t want to leave tonight on a bad note, I leaned over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you later.” And with that, I was out, hurrying to the door of the house, trying to stop myself from looking back at the car.

But when I reached the front door, I looked. I looked and saw Wyatt sitting in his car at the end of the driveway, staring at me.

I gave him a wave and disappeared into the house, knowing things had gotten more real. More real than I ever wanted it to. To say this complicated things would be an understatement. Ugh.

Why couldn’t everything stay simple? Why couldn’t Wyatt be a douchebag or something? Then again, if he was a douche, he probably would be trying to get with both Willowandme, just like Bryan had.

I imagined Carter would come to the house shortly since he hadn’t left the party when I told him to, which meant Roman was the only one in the house. I found him in his room, shirtless, doing some yoga. Or meditating. Or whatever.

It was sexy. Beyond sexy, and I stood there near the door frame watching him for a while, letting my eyes drop to his backside every now and then. The pants he wore were tight on that ass, and I imagined running my hands over it, squeezing the cheeks, holding onto that ass as he pounded away at me.

Down, girl. Tonight had already been wild enough.

Roman must’ve heard me, for he never turned around to look at me, and yet he still asked, “How was the party?”

“Great,” I muttered. “I saw Carter there. Good to know you two can’t follow directions.” That got Roman to toss a glare my way, but he did not stop whatever it was he was doing, the muscles on his back glistening in the dim light, the sleek planes of his sculpted body very lick-able.

Before I was able to say anything else, I heard Carter’s footsteps coming up the stairwell, and I figured I might as well come out and say it. The moment Carter appeared down the hall, I blurted it out. No reason to hide it, because I wasn’t catching feelings for the guy. He might be catching some for me, but it wasn’t mutual.

I just… I might feel bad, but that’s it.

“Wyatt kissed me.”

Roman nearly took a tumble, and Carter plowed into the room, pushing past me, swearing as he said, “I fucking knew it! I knew that asshole was going to try something with you. I knew I should’ve said something to him to keep his dick in his pants—”

Roman’s dark eyes whirled on me, narrowed into slits. He was on me the next moment, one of his hands pushing me against the wall. Not exactly gentle about it, but that’s what I’d come to expect from Roman. This was the man who’d forbade me from dancing at the Dollhouse, the man who claimed my body, my pussy, everything in me as his. Obviously he didn’t like hearing that Wyatt had kissed me, and I couldn’t blame him.

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