Page 53 of Undeniably Enemies

It comes out all wrong. Harsh and, well, jealous sounding.

She glares up at me. “None of your business.”

I breathe out through my nose and clench my fists. It does nothing to calm me. “Wren, so help me god, I will take pictures of your toys and send them to your mother if you don’t answer me.”

She snorts. “My mother would probably high-five me.”

True.Fuck!“Your father, then. And Owen,” I tack on, though I think we both know I’m lying. Oddly, she decides to take pity on me.

“No, you asshat. These are for me.”

“Allof these?” Because there are at least a half dozen here. She sits back on her haunches, her face red from her rage and embarrassment.

“Yes,” she snaps as she starts to gather them in her hands. “And don’t you dare judge me.”

“Judge you?” I bark with an incredulous half-laugh. “Sweetheart, the last thing I’m doing is judging. I’m too busy trying to decide if I want to tie you up and use them on you until you come so many times you pass out or sit back and watch you do it yourself.” And because every milliliter of blood that’s supposed to be in my brain right now is in my dick, I said that aloud.

Didn’t I just have a mission statement about not touching her? I did, right? It was there. There was a solid reason for it too. But when I look at her like this and see these toys, nothing seems as important as doing everynaughty and nice thing to her my dirty mind can come up with.

“If you think I’m going to allow either to happen, you must be high.”

I give her a cocky, Cheshire grin. “That’s not what your kiss said on Sunday.”

And why am I talking this way with her? I’m not touching her, let alone watching or fucking her with toys. Still, the thought has me inwardly groaning. I really need to get laid. And it cannot be with my best friend’s little sister, who also happens to work for me and be my new neighbor. Shit.

She stands. “Give me that.” With her hands full of multicolored sex toys, she snatches the metal plug from my fist. I’m dying right now. I swear, I’ve never been this hard in my life. That plug would look so pretty in her ass with me fucking her cunt.

“Anything they can do, I can do better,” I say because I’m like a sex-crazed teen right now, and the woman I’ve been low-level obsessed or infatuated or whatever you want to call it with is giving my mind the ultimate tease.

She laughs. “I highly,highlydoubt that.” As if reading my thoughts, she comes back with, “Besides, we both know you’d never touch me.”

“Again.” I step in her direction, and I need to stop. “I’ll never touch youagain.”

“Yes. Thanks for that oh-so-cheerful reminder about one of the worst nights I’ve ever had, Doctor Mistake. Yes, we all know you won’t touch meagain,” she emphasizes.

“One of the worst nights?” As in ever? Not just one-night stands?

My chest caves and my stomach drops, but before I can grill her on that, she threatens me with the most sadistic smile I’ve ever seen. “Welcome to the building, neighbor. For your sake, I hope our bedroom walls aren’t connected. I tend to get a bitloud when I come with my toys.” With a wink, she heads back into her apartment and shuts and locks the door behind her.

Well, fuck me running. For the first time in my life, I’m insanely jealous of silicone and metal. And hoping our wallsareconnected and paper thin. And also not hoping for that.Crap!So much for keeping my distance and ignoring her. That’ll be damn close to impossible now.

16

They say when you’re a certain level of angry, you can actually see a red haze. It makes sense, right? For red to be the color of fury. It’s the color of blood and the color your skin turns when you’re enraged or embarrassed. Like I am. Jack lives next door. He’s the one who moved across the hall. Jack. Jack fucking Kincaid. And he knew I lived here. The bastard followed me home. And saw my new collection of toys.

I’m a single girl in my twenties with massive trust issues. We buy sex toys in bulk.

I expected his laugh. I expected his ridicule. What I did not expect was for him to tell me exactly what he wanted to have happen with my new toys. Hell, I don’t know if that was simply a male sex reaction to toys in general or tomewith toys.

No. It has to be the first option. Jack hates me.

Even though he kissed me in the elevator like he was on death row, and I was his last kiss before execution.

I pace around my apartment and toss my toys on the bed, a hot beat from losing my mind over this. I don’t want Jack closer. I want him farther away. As far as hecan get from me. What am I going to do? My friends and cousins are going to eat this up with a spoon, and Tyson will lick it clean. Though I won’t tell him much other than I hate Jack and that he’s my older brother’s best friend.

I threatened Jack with a performance, and now I feel like I need to act on it. I want to torture him. I want him angry and hard and pining and ready to tear down the wall because he knows he can never have me, but he wants me anyway. And why do I want him to want me like that?

To make him hurt, I decide. That’s why.

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