Page 61 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

Not only was it empty, but she hadn’t slept or changed. The bed was turned over, and tonight’s server’s outfit still hung in the closet, freshly pressed, waiting to be worn.

“Missing your girlfriend?”

Few things startled me these days. But the unexpectedness of the voice behind me had me nearly jumping out of my skin.

“W—What?”

I whirled, and there was Evelyn, standing in the doorway. She walked forward, the door swung closed, and the lock engaged.

“I asked if you were missing your girlfriend?” she asked, innocently.

I forced a quick smile. It was a weak one, though.

“I mean, sure. I was looking for you earlier…”

“Not me,” she said sharply. “Her.”

Evelyn pointed into the room. My heart skipped a beat.

“She’snotmy girlfriend,” I protested.

“Oh no?” she refuted, her voice now pregnant with saccharine sweetness. “What are you doing here, then?”

“I came to find her,” I said, trying to sound angry. “We’re prepping for dinner right now, and Emily’s supposed to be helping.”

“Sure,” she reasoned. “And I didn’t catch you sneaking out of her room in the wee hours of the morning, either.”

My blood ran cold. Evelyn was staring back at me with those expectant blue eyes that had sized me up so many times since she’d gotten here. I’d toyed with her, and she knew it. And now the jig was up.

“That’s okay,” she suddenly shrugged. “I don’t mind a little competition.”

Or shit… maybe the jigwasn’tup.

“What’s that look?” she grinned wickedly. “Are you surprised?”

I shook my head. “No, I just—”

“It’s not like we’re making any promises to each other,” she cut me off. “This job is hard enough, rushing all over the world, floating in and out of people’s lives.” She looked at me and shrugged. “It would be almost stupid not to take your pleasures where you can…”

With that, Evelyn stepped forward and shoved me backwards, onto the bed. Still trying to acquiesce, I let myself fall. I hadn’t even hit the mattress and she was already on me, like a puma. My mind shifted into high gear, wondering what to do.

“I don’t care what you did last night,” she purred, climbing over me. “As long as it doesn’t affect what you do right now.”

She slid her body against mine, dragging her breasts against my chest. Eventually we were face to face, nose to nose. Her painted lips, just an inch away from mine, when she began to kiss me.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Evelyn laughed into my mouth. “I guarantee that whatever Emily did last night, I’m more than capable of—”

All at once I shoved her away, lifting her from me in a reverse push-up. I spun to one side and rolled her onto her back, pinning her wrists tightly beneath mine.

But rather than fight back, Evelyn only sighed and relaxed into the bed.

“Ah, so you want to do it this way?” she giggled. “I’m game. Not exactly what I’m used to, but when in Rome…”

She spread her legs for me. Before I knew what was happening, I was yanked between them.

“Evelyn, no.”

“No?” she cooed, grinding her pelvis upward. “Are you sure?”

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