She's known Brandon her whole life - he's her best friend's brother after all. She's kept her distance because, well... everything about him screams danger and she's been pretty successful at keeping her attraction for him at bay. That's until the d...
The sound of the front door being slammed shut jerked me from the couch. My best friend Marie hadn't mentioned that anyone was coming when she had left me in charge of her apartment for the weekend.
"Fucking dumbasses!" A masculine voice growled from the kitchen.
I walked on my tippy toes to take a peek and there he was. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when I saw him. He was standing in front of the wide stainless steel refrigerator, and he shuffled its contents around impatiently as if searching for something.
I didn't dare move, since my extensive track record of acting like a total train wreck in front of him came to mind.
He closed the fridge, and clearly annoyed, he yanked open the freezer's door next. He grabbed a bottle of Bacardi from inside and lifted it in front of his face.
He eyed it for a second, shrugged, took the cap off, and chugged some down.
I tried to take a step back but the wooden floor's creaking uncovered my presence. He spun his head around snappily, his menacing green eyes aimed straight at me.
"Hello..." He greeted halfheartedly once he realized it was me and laid the glass bottle down on the kitchen island. "I thought Marie was out of town." He cleared his throat and took another swig.
"She is. I'm supposed to be watching the place," I said slightly uncomfortable. I was wearing the most ridiculous Disney pajamas and my hair was a complete mess. Brandon, on the other hand, looked as stunning as ever. His hair slicked back and his black button-down shirt neatly tucked in.
"You?...watching this place?" He scoffed and took another generous sip off the bottle of rum.
"Yes, me," I replied trying not to sound too offended.
"Pffft" He taunted rolling up his sleeves.
"I guess she didn't feel her older brother could do a better job, obviously! "I retorted, failing grandiosely at controlling my attitude, my cheeks burning with sudden rage at the way he had mockingly referred to me.
"Settle down will ya? I was just fucking with you!" He added rolling his eyes.
"Is there a specific reason you are here?" I asked him crossing my arms.
"The Benz's battery died about three blocks from here." He explained wearily. "The door was unlocked by the way." He gestured to the entrance. "I don't mean to rub it in...but you are doing a swell job as an apartment sitter so far." He threw at me sarcastically and there was almost a certain trace of satisfaction in the way he grinned.
"Nobody talks like that anymore grandpa. 'Swell'..." I mimicked him. Since I couldn't think of anything witty enough to say in my defense, I lowered myself to his level and attacked him personally instead.
"Enlighten me in the ways of modern speech then, Miss Know-It-All." He walked around the island, bottle in hand. The closer he got the faster my bravery wavered.
"I'm not volunteering to become the butt of your amusement, thank you very much." I tried to stay still as he stood now right in my face. His gorgeous green eyes taking me in.
"Too late for that." He lifted a long finger towards me but I jumped back. "Jeez! I'm not contagious!"
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