Page 1 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
Chapter One
Prologue - Grayson
There’ssomethingbittersweetaboutwatching your baby sister get married to your best friend, especially when you know that you’re nowhere near ready to settle down, despite being several years older than her.
I sigh and grab a flute of champagne from the passing tray, looking around at the wedding reception. Most of the couples in the room are in the middle of the dance floor, swaying in each other’s arms beneath a crystal chandelier.
Penny’s dress swirls out around her as she smiles up at Parker. They look like they couldn’t be more in love with each other.
As happy for them as I am, I can’t help but feel a bit of jealousy.
I don’t have time to find someone to love right now, but if I did, I would want her to look at me the way Penny looks at Parker. It’s like she’s falling in love for the first time.
I sip my champagne and make my way around the outer perimeter of the room, sticking to the shadows. My brothers are all dancing with some of the bridal party. The only ones who aren’t dancing are the maid of honor, Whitney, and me.
Whitney looks at me, her blonde hair falling in soft tendrils that frame her pretty face. Her blue eyes are shining, and she raises an eyebrow.
She and I have never gotten along well, although she’s been Penny’s friend for years. There’s something about her that makes it hard for me to be around her for long periods of time without wanting to pull my hair out.
Although, that could be due to the fact that she challenges me in a way that very few other people do.
It’s attractive and infuriating at the same time.
Not to mention, she’s sinfully attractive as heck so I have to be mindful to stay away from my sister’s best friend.
Whitney downs her flute of champagne, her hips swaying as she makes her way toward me. Everything else in the room seems to fade away as I look at the way her blue dress hugs her body, the slit in her dress sliding high up her leg.
“Isn’t the best man supposed to ask the maid of honor to dance?” Whitney asks, taking my champagne from my hand and drinking what’s left of it.
“If you and I could get along for more than five minutes at a time, then maybe I would.”
She smiles and hooks a finger around my tie, pulling my face down to hers. My gaze darts down to her full lips. The room feels like it’s on fire as she and I stare at each other.
When her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, the last shred of my sanity is the only thing that keeps me from leaning in and kissing her.
Ugh, why does she have to look at me that way. Is she aware she’s a seductress?
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice low as she tilts her face upward.
There is barely any space between us. Her mouth is nearly touching mine and our noses brush against each other.
“Let’s get out of here for a little bit,” she says, her gaze burning through me. “I could use a little fun, and you’re wound so tightly you look like you’re about to break.”
“That’s a bad idea.”
A very bad idea.
She smirks and puts some distance between us, taking a step back and letting go of my tie.
“Bad idea is my middle name.”
Whitney turns and walks out of the room, not stopping to talk with anyone. I sigh and run my hand through my hair.
I look back at Penny, making sure that she isn’t watching me before I follow Whitney out of the room.
She leads the way to the elevator in complete silence. The tension in the air is thick, and the moment the elevator doors close, I spin to face her and pin her against the wall.
My arms wrap around her waist, holding her to me as our mouths move together. The kiss is hurried, our mouths slanting together like we can’t get enough of each other.
