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Great.
The last thing I need is some twenty-something-year-old college girl lounging around the house half-dressed, talking on the phone all night, and spending hours in the bathroom.
But what can I say?
Bodi’s my roommate, myteammate, and I don’t need to make an enemy out of him. I have enough of those in the league. Besides, it wouldtotallybe a dick move to say his sister isn’t welcome after what he just told me.
“Sure. No problem.”
“You’ll like Billie. She’s great when she’s not mad at me.”
Did he just call his sister Billie?
Billie?!
How many twenty-two-year-old college students named Billie can there be in L.A.?
A lot. It’s L.A. Everyone has a cool name like that.
Right?
Something sour twists in my gut.
I’ve thought about the pretty blonde from the club every single day since the night I rescued her. Considered going back there, maybe running into her again.
It’s a damn good thing I didn’t.
My intuition tells me Bodi wouldn’t be happy to hear I jerk off in the shower thinking about his sister.
I nearly groan in frustration but there’s nowhere to go but forward since we just pulled up to an older looking apartment building in a shady part of town.
“You want me to wait here?” I ask cautiously.
“Nah, you might as well come with me. If there’s going to be trouble, I need someone to make sure Billie’s okay while I kick ass.”
I’m not sure if I’m flattered or insulted, but either way, I get out of the SUV and follow him to the stairs.
Nowhere to go but forward.
Please don’t let Bodi’s sister be my Billie.
Chapter 3
Billie
“Billie!”The moment I hear my brother’s voice, I unlock the bathroom door and run toward the sound.
“You okay?” There’s a murderous look on his handsome face, and though his overprotectiveness usually drives me crazy, I’m grateful for it tonight.
“I am.” I nod but I’m probably lying.
I’m still a little shaken up. I can take care of myself but tonight’s events were disconcerting, to say the least.
“Get your shit,” Bodi growls at me, giving my roommate Becky’s boyfriend a thunderous glare.
“Nothing happened!” Becky says, throwing up her hands. “It was a joke. Jesus, Billie, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”
“Nothing?!” I demand, whirling to glare at her. “Ben came into the bathroom naked and tried to get in the shower with me! That’s not nothing.”
