Page 16 of Tempting All The Way

“Pass,” I say.

“Okay, well, see you Sunday.” Lucy reminds me of the standing Sunday dinner at our parents’ house.

“Can’t wait.”

An hour later, Nathan and Alistair walk into my office, each with their own glass filled with amber liquid.

“What a fucking week,” Alistair groans, throwing himself onto my couch.

“Tell me about it,” I agree, downing my Scotch before refilling it.

“How’re the blue balls treating you?” Nathan laughs.

“I don’t have fucking blue balls,” I deny. I’ve jerked off more this week than I think I ever have in my life.

“Sure you don’t. You think we both haven’t noticed the way you look at her?” Alistair asks.

“Look at who?”

Nathan rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb it—doesn’t suit you.”

“Fine, she’s hot. Sue me for fucking looking.” I throw my hands in the air.

“We’re not the ones you have to worry about, dipshit. You should transfer Shardonnay. She’s a HR lawsuit waiting to explode right in your face.” This comes from Nathan.

“Please, I have enough self-control. I’m not going to fucking touch the girl. Besides, you’re one to talk. Tell me, mate, how is that new little associate of yours?” I ask him, turning the tables back on him and the crush he won’t admit he has on his new first-year, Bentley.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.

“Nothing. I’m heading to that new club tonight, Unhinged. You two coming?” I know I should stay away; it’s the right thing to do. Then again, what kind of big brother would I be if I left my little sister alone in a club like that?

That’s what I’m telling myself. I’m going to keep an eye on Lucy, and my impromptu appearance has absolutely nothing to do with Shardonnay at all.

Three hours later, I find myself sitting in the VIP area of Unhinged. Nathan and Alistair each have girls on their laps already—we’ve been here for thirty minutes. Usually I’d be joining them, looking for a warm hole to sink my dick into for the night. I must be fucking broken because none of the women here even have sparked the tiniest bit of interest. That is until my sister falls into the seat next to me.

“Xav, I knew you’d come.” She laughs, holding a glass of some pink concoction in the air.

“Those two wanted to come here,” I say. “How many of them have you had?” I ask Lucy as my eyes soak in Shardonnay. She’s wearing a tiny little black dress and heels so high that her usually short stature could be mistaken for average height. My eyes travel up her bare, toned, tanned legs. My fingers itch to follow the path.

“Lucy, I’m hitting the dance floor,” Shardonnay yells over to my sister.

“Wait, I’m coming.” Lucy stumbles as she stands upright again. “Come dance with us, Xav,” she slurs.

The guys smirk in my direction. “Yeah,Xav, go dance with your sister and herfriend,” Nathan says with extra emphasis on the word friend.

“Asshole,” I mumble. Leaning down into the girl’s ear who’s currently perched on Nathan’s lap, I whisper, “He’s married and has crabs.” I hear the slap as I turn, my arm clutched in Lucy’s hand as she tugs me onto the dance floor.

How the hell did I get myself into this situation?

Two songs later, most of which consisted of me glaring at any guy who tried to approach Lucy or Shardonnay, and I’m ready to get the fuck out of here.

“I’m going to go pee. Dance with Shar for me. Don’t move from this spot.” Lucy disappears into the crowd before I can tell her no.

No, I can’t dance with your friend.At least with my sister here, there was a buffer, someone to stop me from doing something stupid. Something stupid like wrapping my arms around Shardonnay’s waist and pulling her up against my body.

“What are you doing?” she yells.

Leaning down so I can talk into her ear, I say, “Dancing.”

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