Page 39 of My Ex's Brothers

I meet her gaze, trying to make her understand. It’s clear she hasn’t had the best support, and my brother is partially to blame for that, but I also get the feeling Amelia hasn’t had much support outside of Dex either. This woman has been doing it on her own a long time.

Accepting help isn’t easy for her.

“And don’t even try to argue with me about the money. Money’s not an issue here.”

“I’m not letting you fix my car for free, Richie.”

I smile. “So you are letting me fix it, then.”

Her cheeks heat and she opens her mouth to argue as I take a step toward her.

“I didn’t say that, I?—”

I back her up against the hood and her gaze flashes to my lips. Where it stays.

“Yes, you did. Now get in my car.”

The gasp that leaves her throat has my cock twitching instantly. Her hand settles on my waist and I have half a mind to let it stay there.

“You can’t just come in here and tell me what to do, I?—”

“Watch me, Amelia.”

It takes everything in me to move off of her, pull my phone out, and call Harry over at Harry’s Star Car Service to come tow this son of a bitch. But somehow I manage to get out coherent words to Harry, while standing there under Amelia’s heated gaze.

When I’m done on the phone, she’s still standing there, staring at me.

“Get. In. The. Car. Amelia,” I growl.

She huffs out an annoyed sound as I open my passenger door for her, even though it’s been unlocked.

She nods in defeat, her expression tired as she folds herself into the car. “Good girl,” I tell her, and her spine straightens. She flashes her gaze at me in surprise, her cheeks tinted that perfect shade of pink I love.

God, she’s so responsive to me, to my orders, it should be a fucking crime. I absentmindedly adjust my cock through my athletic pants as I round the car and get into my driver’s seat.

“Now,” I say as I start my car, the engine roaring to life. “How does lunch sound?” I smile.

Amelia crosses her arms. “Lunch wasn’t part of the deal.”

Oh, Amelia. You are going to be trouble for me, I know it.

“Maybe not, but…you deserve a good meal and a drink after this debacle, right?”

I can tell she wants to argue and a part of me hopes she will. Argue with me. It would be so much sweeter watching her resolve crumble the more she resists.

“Lunch will give Harry time to tow the car and get back to me. Then I’ll take you home.”

She sighs, leaning against the window, not looking at me but staring at her car.

“Fine,” she says.

I smile. Maybe getting her to agree to live with us won’t be so hard after all.

12

AMELIA

I must be cursedor something, because I swear ever since I found out about Dex and his secret life, my life has been one thing after the other. Now I’m not only jobless, I’m also transportation-less. How am I supposed to get to my interviews without a car? Sure, I could take an Uber, but those cost money, and my supply is finite.

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