Page 235 of Breaking the Rules
"Or killed," I add. "You've seen her brother."
"Yeah." Wes meets my gaze. "Brendon is bulging—"
"Oh my God, we're so not doing that." Her nose scrunches in distaste.
"But he's a softie, deep down. Besides, what's he gonna say? 'You can't date my badass little sister even though I'm two years older than you, dating a chick two months younger?'" Wes asks.
"Since when do you date?" Ryan asks.
"Since Em." Wes winks at her.
Ryan shakes his headI've had enough of your nonsense—and that means all of you—then heads to his suite.
"Gotta use polite language in front of the lady," Wes says.
"I'm not a lady," Emma says. "If you want any chance, you should realize that."
He presses both hands to his heart. "Baby, I love the way you hurt me."
"We've spoken twice in the last ten years," she says.
"It's more like three or four times," he says.
She laughs, charmed.
He has that effect on people.
Maybe I should be jealous—he is flirting with her.
But it's obviously a put on.
Besides, she's not kissing him.
She's kissing me.
I turn to my brother. "What are you doing here?"
He pulls out his cell. Shows off a screenshot of a drawing. "This look familiar?"
It's the piece I've been working on all week. For the guy with the empty Instagram who desperately wanted something on his bicep.
Fuck—"You're—"
"Could it really be anyone else?" he asks.
Of course it's him.
He's supporting me in the most obnoxious way possible.
That's pure Wes.
And this…
Well, if he's gonna fuck with me, I'm gonna fuck with him.
"Sit down." I motion to the teal chair in my suite. "Gotta make sure I find the most painful needle possible."
"Good." He winks at Emma. "Want you to know how much punishment I can take."
