Engaged To A Country Bad Boy

Chapter Seven

Skye's Point Of View:

My eyes widened at the sight of Brantley standing there topless, with only a pair of sweats hanging low of his hips. His arms were crossed against his chest and I now I could truly appreciate how perfect he was physically with his muscled body and tanned skin. In the light now, I could see the multi-colored tattoos across his chest and up to his shoulder blade. But the one that caught my eye was inked directly on his chest, in fact the area where his heart should be. It was a lady's name, Beth. I could not fathom the sudden stab of envy I felt towards this 'Beth'. She must be real lucky to have a man like Brantley love her enough to have her name inked permanently as a reminder.

My eyes trailed down to the hard abs on his stomach down to the happy trail below his belly button and eventually the defined 'V' which disappeared into his sweats. I felt my cheeks flushed and sure enough, I felt that throb within me again. What was wrong with me? I barely knew this man and we had an agreement this would be act, so why was I allowing my body to react this way?

Perhaps because you have never met a man this delicious before. A small voice in my head popped up. Finding control over my silly girl hormones, I forced myself to fix my eyes to Brantleys gaze. His dark eyes were questioning with his brow slightly raised. Oh right, he had asked a question.

"I couldn't sleep." I admitted.

Brantley frowned and turned his gaze to Jake. Both guys stared at each other for a moment and there was a touch of tension in the air. I wondered why but Jake took a step back and tucked his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Finally worked on the part you were talking about." He told Brantley. "I'm off to bed." He walked past Brantley towards the elevator but at the last moment, he turned back slightly.

"Skye. You can have the ice-cream, no worries bout replacing it." He smiled slightly at me and I nodded, murmuring my thanks before watching him disappear. I glanced towards Brantley whose frown had gotten deeper but he shook his head to himself.

"You like ice-cream?" Brantley asked me.

"Yeah, may be an addict too." I joked awkwardly. Now Jake was gone, and I was left alone with a half-naked Brantley, I felt more nervous.

"Come on. You can eat that ice-cream up in or room." Brantley told me. I noted that he said 'our room" and that made me happy a little. He was trying to assure me it was now my place too now.

I grabbed the ice-cream and the spoon before standing up. I walked towards Brantley and I heard a soft rumble that had me glancing up. I regretted doing so because that was when I noticed the intense stare Brantley was now giving me as he eyed me from head to toe. It felt like the air was being sucked out of me as I tensed. I felt my knees go weak and once again, that strange ache between my thighs. Why was he looking at me like that? Under his stare, it seemed my body could not help reacting and I could definitely feel that slight wetness between my legs and the sensation of my nipples hardening. That was when I remembered I was not wearing a bra and I prayed it was not obvious through my thin shirt.

Oh god.. Why does this keep happening to me! And it was only day one of me being around him. I had to keep myself in control because I was sure Sebastian did not like girls like me. If I reacted towards him in such a manner, it would make things awkward. Willing myself to stop being so ridiculous, I moved past him to keep my eyes off him and allowed him to follow me instead.

Brantley's Pont Of View:

Fuck. Bambi. Fuck.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Brant?" Jeremy's voice brought me to present reality. Oh shit! I had missed played the wrong note on my guitar again. Third time now. I glanced around the practice room. All three of them were staring at me like I had grown an extra head.