Page 53 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Wow, Icalled right on time.” He paused. “Are you nakedwithsomeone and I’minterrupting?”

“Naked by myself. Fornon-sex reasons.” Not that our conversations, either by phone ortext, had been all that sex-focused since we parted ways in the ER.It had taken him a lot longer to recover than anyone hadanticipated. We’d talked a few times, but it had always been abouthis recuperation and how Scott was doing. We’d only recently gottenback into horny territory. “Took a shower.”

“Rub it in, why don’tyou?”

“Rub one out to the thoughtof my soapy tits,” I countered.

“I will, now.”

“While I’ve got you here…” Iopened the top drawer. “Maybe you could help me pick out whichpanties to wear.”

He half-groaned, half-laughed. “You’rekilling me. Go to video.”

I caught my bottom lip between my teethand smiled a giddy smile as I flipped the phone over and hit thecamera icon.

I gasped aloud at how fucking good helooked. His dark hair had grown out recklessly, and an adorablecurl flopped over his forehead. He was sitting in great light; itaccentuated the contours of his face and the stubble on his squarejaw.

He grinned at my reaction. “It’s goodto see you, too, princess.”

I hoped the blush I feltdidn’t show in my cheeks. I shouldn’t encourage the pet name, butit did something for me. Probably because his deep voice caressedthe word the way it did. I bet he called every woman he fucked aprincess. Still, he managed to make me feel like I washisprincess.

“So, show me the panties I’msupposed to help you choose,” he said, and I turned the phone toface my drawer. “Look at that. They’re all neatlyfolded.”

I scanned the phone slowly back andforth over the rows of underpants. “Yeah, I worked at Victoria’sSecret. One of my many, many, many jobs.”

“Still at the dispensary?”he asked, without any of the judgement I would have felt fromanyone else asking it. Over the weeks of his recovery, when therewasn’t anything particularly sexy to do, I’d told him about my newjob and my hopes to stay there longer than any of the other placesI’d worked.

“Yeah. I like it a lot.” Iturned the phone back to face me. “Did you see an option youliked?”

“That depends.” He tappedhis finger against his lips and pretended to think itover.

“On what?”

“On what you’re planning todo today,” he replied. “What you’re going to wear, where you planto go, who you’ll see… I can’t imagine you’d want to get coffeewith your pastor knowing you’re wearing something nasty downthere.”

“No pastor,” I assured him.“I don’t do church.”

“And on second thought, youmight be the type of girl who’d like to meet her pastor for coffeein crotchless lace.”

“Funny.But there’s nothing crotchless in this drawer. And I’m not sureyou’ve ever seen someone wear crotchless panties because itisnotaflattering look,” I informed him. I used my free hand to smoosh mylips together horizontally between my thumb and forefinger, thensaid with much difficulty, “Imagine this, but lower.”

He laughed. “Learned that at Victoria’sSecret?”

“No. They only sell goodgirl panties. Now, are you going to pick something out for me, orwhat?”

“Are you going to make itworth my while, or what?” he countered. I lifted an eyebrow toindicate I was listening, and he went on. “I’ll pick out a pair.Then you’ll put them on and let me watch while you make yourselfcome in them.”

That flush I hoped he wouldn’t seereturned with a vengeance, over my whole body.

“No,” he said suddenly. “No,this was not the point of calling you today.”

The flush faded, replaced with colddisappointment. “Then why were you calling?”

He let out a long, embarrassed sigh.“I’m calling you because my mom says I have to call Scott and Ineed to know if he’s still mad at me.”

“That’s truly pathetic,dude.”

“I know.” He sighed again.“He hasn’t called me, and I haven’t spoken to him.”

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