After one feverish night with Tyler Evans, Rory is never supposed to see the man draped in enigmas and devilish charms again.
Six months later, she's deep into a summer fling with Chace. As their fling becomes a committed relationship, she's adamant...
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She remembers me. She remembers everything. Every detail of that night we shared is eating her up. Her large, russet eyes land on me briefly, only to dance away when she realizes I'm already looking at her. Rory has glanced at me at least five times since we've settled into the dining room where dinner is served to the eight of us. Each time she averts her gaze, I chuckle to myself and shake my head. Who would have guessed that the girl I've been dying to run into again is the same girl that my brother has been dating?
Even though she didn't remember me—leaving me to wonder if that night was as memorable for her as it was for me—I can't set aside my astonishment that my brother, Mr. Goody Two Shoes, the future of his dad's company, decided to bring a woman like Rory to a business dinner. A woman who fucks strangers in a club. A woman who decides to wear the shortest and most revealing dress to a classy dinner, who admits to strangers that she wants to work in the porn industry.
I fucking love her for it.
I was prepared to pick on her as ruthlessly as I would any of Chace's passing flings. Everything has changed. I have to get to know her. More than I already do.
As she glances at me for the sixth time, I watch her run a nervous tongue over full lips cascaded in a burgundy shade of lipstick. The same lips that teased me until I could no longer resist her. Ravenous lips that stole mine as I buried myself between her thighs. That night she clung to me as my body belonged to her in those heated moments.Shit. I tear my gaze away. It'd be a bald-faced lie to deny the jealousy mixed in with my excitement. My brother snatched up the one girl who managed to seize my attention and arouse me in ways that most men and women don't. What are the odds?
"Dinner was wonderful," Rory's honey-dew voice pulls me back as she rests her utensils on her empty plate.
Mom lights up like a firework (whenever she speaks up) and thanks her. Some culturally blind comment flies off her tongue, embarrassing Rory enough to burn bright beneath her brown skin. She runs her hands over her thighs, Chace reaches over to grab them. Her posture immediately changes. She smiles and gives Mom a more direct response.
Something odd shifts within me as I watch them. The way they move, touch, look at each other. I don't like it. There's something about it that feels off. I stare too long, trying to figure it out, and catch Rory's eyes again. This time, she sucks in her chin as if frustrated and pushes away from the table. All heads turn to her. She freezes. "I'm going to go to the restroom." She's gone before I register her tone, posture, expression, and that it's all because of me.
Chace stands up, looking after where she left with concern.
"Son." Chandler's voice is low, but impenetrable like a brick wall. Of course, Chace isn't allowed to show concern for his girlfriend in front of his guest. How rude or rather embarrassing to appear human in front of others. That's surely what he's thinking as he asks, "Should we continue our talk from earlier? I'm sure the Hyeong-Rhee's would love to continue discussing our relations."
