Page 42 of Unravelling The Beast

When he gets close enough, I turn to face him, and he squeezes me into an unwelcome embrace. I raise my chin and look over his shoulder to find Arlo standing there with another guy and two beautiful young women.

When the guy breaks away from the hug, he stares down at me with a devious smirk on his lips.

"I'm Cash."

I give him a half-smile as the other guy approaches, catching my attention. I can tell he is related to Arlo immediately. He looks like him—maybe a little older, totally tattooed like the rest of them, and with black, slicked-back hair.

He gives me a charming grin before offering his hand.

"I'm Charlie, Arlo's cousin."

I smile as I graciously place my hand in his, and he seems to put me a lot more at ease than Cash.

"Nice to meet you; I’m Wren.”

All of these men are devilishly attractive, but they each have their own distinct aura that distinguishes them from one another.

Both men stare down at me as if they want to eat me alive, and as my chest tightens, I glance over at Arlo, who is watching carefully from a distance, but I wish he'd come and save me.

Fortunately, the girls take a step forward, breaking my feeling of anxiety, and one of them introduces herself.

"I'm Savannah Thorell. You must be the new nanny."

She delivers bitchy vibes right away and says her entire name, as if I should know who she is. She is tall and slender, with long, golden blonde hair and little freckles that decorate her small nose. She is very pretty and could easily serve as a model.

When I give her an uneasy smile with a nod, she motions to her friend next to her with her hand.

"This is my bestie, Izzy."

Izzy gives me a fragile smile and a little wave of her hand, indicating that she is the more reserved of the two.

She, too, is beautiful, with long, half-black, half-pink hair and big brown eyes with a similar body shape to mine.

“It's nice to meet you both. I'm Wren.”

I notice the men approaching the extended, marble table in the dining area and then I glance at the girls before speaking.

"Wine?"

Savannah speaks up with a begging tone in her high-pitched voice.

"Please. I'm dying for one."

I turn on my heels, approach the counter, and reach up for glasses on the top shelf, grateful I'm wearing heels tonight so I don't embarrass myself.

As I pour each of us a glass, Savannah starts talking to Izzy behind me.

"Is it just me, or is Arlo looking extra hot tonight?"

I cringe internally, instantly feeling awkward and hoping I'm not standing near a girl who has already fucked him until Izzy responds to her.

"When are you going to get the hint that he isn't interested, Sav?"

As I continue to fill another glass, I try not to reveal my relief.

"He wants it, Izzy. He is just being a stubborn ass; I've been so close to riding his dick way too many times."

"Yet he always pushes you away."

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