Page 86 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Her eyes shifted nervously. “There’s a big difference between being okay with me and Brett as a couple and seeing us practically tearing each other’s clothes off.”
“It was totally hot,” Amanda said, breaking the tension.
“We are hot,” Brett said, and tried to joke away Sophie’s embarrassment. “Now that elevator sex is out, we might as well head to Dylan’s.”
“Elevator sex?” Amanda said softly. “You’d have to push the stop button or be very fast.” She wrinkled her nose as if she were analyzing the possibilities. Rumors had it that when Amanda had wanted to learn how to seduce a man, she’d thoroughly researched the topic before taking her chances. She was the perfect woman for Mick, who was as academic as he was sexual.
Mick’s dark eyes heated up. He kissed the top of Amanda’s head and said, “We’ll conduct our own research.”
“Oh God.” Sophie turned away, her cheeks pinking up again. “Can we go see the others now, and move on to a subject where neither my boss nor I have to think about the other one in compromising positions?”
“You know Brett saw Tiffany naked, right?” Amanda asked as Mick knocked on Dylan’s door.
“Thanks, Amanda.” Brett shook his head, remembering the awkward situation. Tiffany had hoped to surprise Dylan by showing up at his apartment wearing nothing more than a belted coat. She had opened the belt to flash Dylan, but unfortunately, Brett had answered the door. Her seductive surprise had gone downhill from there. But she’d earned a level of respect from Brett. He wanted happiness for his brothers, and Dylan had needed a woman who could own up to embarrassing moments, as Tiffany had the next time she’d seen him.
“Can we please let that unfortunate incident be forgotten?” Brett asked. “That image has already been deleted from my memory.”
“I heard about that, and I felt bad for Tiffany,” Sophie said as Dylan answered the door.
“Hey, you guys. Glad you could make it, Sophie.” Dylan hugged her and said, “It’s about time my brother got his head on straight.”
“Dude, I can hear you,” Brett said flatly, though Dylan was right. He followed Sophie in, while Dylan greeted Mick and Amanda. Carson and Tawny were in the kitchen, filling bowls with chips and pretzels. Adeline was with Brett’s mother, having a grandmother-granddaughter day, and Brett was sure they were both having the time of their lives. His mother doted on Adeline like she used to dote on them.
Tawny’s eyes moved between Brett and Sophie, and she did a little shimmy dance, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m so happy right now.” She hugged Sophie. “I saw Brett watching you at the grand opening of Cashmere, and I told Carson there was no way you two wouldn’t end up together.”
“They were about to have sex in the elevator,” Amanda said as she and Tiffany joined them in the kitchen.
Sophie turned beet red. “Amanda!”
Brett took a step forward, wanting to rescue her, but Dylan put a hand on his arm and dragged him into the living room. Brett looked over his shoulder.
“Elevator sex?” Tiffany said incredulously. “That’s old-school. You should try the roof of the building. Or the balcony!”
Speaking low, Dylan said, “You’ve got to let them induct her into the world of Bad women.”
“She doesn’t like to talk about this stuff,” Brett snapped, and tried to return to Sophie’s side, but Dylan grabbed his arm and glared at him.
“You have no idea what women talk about, Mr. Control Freak. She’s a big girl. Let her be.”
Brett’s gaze darted to Sophie, who was now talking privately with the girls. She looked completely comfortable, which put him at ease. “I just don’t want them to make her feel weird.”
“I’m sure you do enough of that yourself,” Carson said, and set a bowl of pretzels on the coffee table. He handed Brett a beer. “It looks like going home with Sophie did you a world of good.”
“Yeah, you could say that.” It was life changing. Brett sat down on the opposite side of the couch from Mick, who was doing something on his cell phone. Dylan sat in the recliner, and Carson claimed the love seat, his gaze darting to his beautiful redheaded wife in the kitchen.
