Page 2 of My Brother's Best Friend

“Girlfriend?”

“Sandra?”

Alec stepped closer to me and laughed coldly. “Sandra isn’t my girlfriend.”

“Well, she’s telling everyone that you’re still together.”

Which might’ve—definitely—been the real reason that I had been pissed off since the end of the game tonight. I couldn’t care less about Oliver throwing another party; I had gotten used to sleeping on Vera’s couch when he did.

Alec tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You think I would go back to her when I can have you?”

I scrunched my nose. “I don’t know how you get any girls with pickup lines like that.”

Though the thought of Alec actually meaning those things …

I shook my head. No. He was just drunk. He didn’t mean it.

“You don’t like my pickup lines?” he slurred, his cheeks reddening from the alcohol.

Because Alec Wolfewasn’tblushing. Not because of me.

“No,” I scoffed and crossed my arms. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“The only girl who I can’t get up the fucking courage to talk to while I’m sober.”

Warmth exploded through my chest. “What?”

He paused for a moment, then leaned against the counter, sipped his beer, and smirked at me again, like he hadn’t just said anything, like he was talking to Sandra or Nicole from the cheer squad.

I waited for him to explain what had just come out of his mouth.

But he continued to smirk.

“Go stumble back to the half-naked cheer team in the living room,” I said, clenching my jaw and turning away. Why’d he have to go and say that?! Now, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it. I hated the way I felt about him. “I’m sure you’ll have fun with them.”

“If I wanted to,” Alec started, “I would’ve slept with them already.”

“And here I thought you were actually a decent guy,” I snapped, anger boiling inside me.

Lie.

I thought he was the biggest player Redwood had ever known.

“And here I thought, you were smarter than to believe all those rumors Redwood Academy spoon-feeds everyone,” Alec fired back, stepping back into my vision and tilting his head down at me. He drew his tongue across his lower lip.

And all I could imagine was him drawing his tongue up my inner thighs, slipping it between my legs, and?—

Stop it, Maddie.

Straightening myself out again, I sucked in a deep breath. “You being the school slut is not a rumor. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

Before I could stop him, Alec placed his hands on either side of my body and trapped me between him and the counter, his muscular frame towering over me. And those eyes—those freaking brown eyes—trapped me.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I said.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want to …” My mouth dried. “Want to …”

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