Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Standing firm on her ground, she challenged, “Ledger doesn’t tell me what I can and can’t wear.”
“Is that why you’re moving?”
“I mean, can you blame a girl? I’ve had two bodyguards for most of my life. This is my first taste of freedom.”
“Freedom entails you dressing like that?”
She peered down at her outfit. “What’s wrong with my dress? It fits perfectly.”
Mom intervened. “What my overprotective son is trying to say, Hazel, is that you look gorgeous.”
“I always knew you had style, Mrs. Beckham.”
Mom turned to face me, muttering, “Be nice.”
I mouthed, “I’m always nice.”
“Chance.” Mom’s gaze shifted to him. “Can you move your car into the garage please?”
He nodded. “Sure can.”
After they left the room, Hazel locked gazes with me. Not missing one fucking beat, she enticed, “I see the girls you’re into wearing a lot less than I am.”
Why is she baiting me?
Over the years, Hazel changed the most out of the three of us. She went from relentlessly following us around, trying to be one of the guys, to a woman before our very eyes.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to her. Hazel was always a pretty girl with her long blond hair and almond-shaped bright-green eyes, but now she was fucking stunning. I’d be blind not to notice she was curvy in all the right places. Her pouty pink lips and petite nose just added to her sexy-as-sin allure.
“I’m not concerned with what they’re wearing. We’re talking about you, not them.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I didn’t hesitate to tell her the truth. “Underneath those heels you’re wearing, I know a cowgirl’s just screaming to wear her boots.”
“After tonight,” she sassed, “that girl no longer exists.”
“Well, you know what they say, Zel. You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl.”
She narrowed her defiant stare at me. “I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”
Unable to hold back, I countered, “Hazel, why are you baiting me?”
In a confident stride, she made her way over to me until she was standing close to my face.
“So what if I am?”
Arching an eyebrow, I cocked my head to the side.
“I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“I’m fully aware.”
“Are you going to miss me, Ledger?”
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
“Is that yes?”
“It’s not a no.”
She smirked in a heady sort of way. “I’m going to miss you, a lot.”
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang.
“You better go greet your guests, cowboy.”
She spun, leaving me alone to dwell on our encounter.
For the rest of the night, I tried like hell to shake off what felt like she was coming onto me. Further into the night, there were still hundreds of people dancing, drinking, and socializing. I tried to have fun, but my eyes wandered toward Hazel almost like I could feel her from across the room.
Each time she found my gaze, I’d quickly look away. The last thing I wanted was for her brother to see how she affected me. For the first time, I thought about what she’d taste like in my mouth.
Needing a minute to compose myself, I went upstairs to my bedroom. The moon was glowing outside my balcony doors, luring me out there. I don’t know how long I stood there, lost in my own thoughts. I couldn’t believe how fast this year had flown by.
At the end of the month, I’d be moving into my own place with my best friend, and for the life of me, I couldn’t stop thinking about his sister. If Chance knew, he’d fucking kill me. A part of me wanted to strangle myself for my reckless thoughts that came out of nowhere, hitting me like a bull in the night.
After I composed my careless mind, I opened the slider and walked back into my bedroom. Only to stop dead in my tracks when I saw the woman I least expected, sitting on her knees in the middle of my bed, wearing nothing but a white bra and panties.
“The fuck?” I rasped with wide eyes.
What happened next would forever change the future of our friendship. One thing was for sure, Hazel may have been my best friend’s twin sister, but at that moment…
She was a goddamn vixen, trying to fucking seduce me.
Hazel
He was the first to break the deafening silence between us.
“Hazel, what are you doing on my bed?”
“I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”
His lust-filled gaze devoured every last inch of my skin. With a predatory regard, his stare continued to travel down my body, stopping at my breasts that were popping out of the seams of my silky bra. Seconds later, his greedy expression roamed to my slender, hourglass waist until his eyes found my tiny thong panties that barely covered my pussy.
I loved how he took me in, and I used his desire to my advantage.