His eyes meet mine for a brief moment before he draws his attention back to the cup in front of him. I have a feeling we’ll be having a conversation about this later. Ceci isn’t detoured from her seduction so I busy myself by reading the Sunday paper, allowing me to only catch snippets of Ceci’s words, but the parts that I do turn my stomach.
“So, Tristan, are you seeing anyone?”
My heart stills as Ceci’s question hangs in the air between us. I try my best not to look up at Tristan, but I feel his eyes wash over me. He goes silent for a few seconds before eventually answering my best friend.
“No, I’m not seeing anyone. My work schedule doesn’t really give me much free time.”
“Oh, that's a shame,” Ceci says.
She isn’t sad about it. In fact, I can almost see her smiling at her newfound information as the wheels turn realizing there’s no competition for his affection. If it weren’t for the fact I love Ceci, I wouldn’t hesitate tackling her to the ground right now. I can’t blame her for her infatuation because I can’t seem to get over mine. Unable to stand the open flirting directed at Tristan any longer, I leap up from the table, causing them to briefly direct their attention to me while I place my dishes in the sink. I’m halfway out of the kitchen when I feel Tristan behind me. His fingertips are almost touching me, but they fall back at the sight of my brother entering the room.
“Good morning,” he says with a devilish grin.
“Where have you been?” I ask
His eyes light up with mischief.
“I stayed out late last night.”
Apparently, with the blonde he left with. No surprise there.
“You look like you had fun.” Tristan laughs.
Nicholas’s grin widens. I’m not sure how so many women fall into Nicholas’s trap, but they do. No one seems to be able to resist his charm. I can’t wait for the day some woman puts him in his place. I don’t want my brother to be a manwhore forever.
“So, I was thinking we should go sailing today,” Nicholas says, stepping around us.
“Oh, my gosh. That sounds like so much fun!” Ceci squeals, jumping up from the breakfast counter and grabbing Tristan’s arm.
Her eyes briefly turn back to me.
“Oh! We should totally invite the sexy bartender you met last night. I can’t believe you didn’t go home with him.”
I catch sight of a smirk on Tristan’s face as Ceci goes on recalling how I had left the Oasis without Tyler, the bartender. I wish Augie were here. He would know what to do about this whole ridiculous situation. Why isn’t Tristan pushing Ceci away? Instead, I watch as he sits enraptured by the words spewing from her mouth.
“What do you think, Em?” Ceci asks.
Half an hour ago, she was pissed at me, but now she wants to set me up on another date. I silently watch her with Tristan as they both stare at me waiting for me to speak. I’m not even sure how to act around the man I slept with last night and the friend who seems to think he’s hers.
I smile through my gritted teeth.
“Sounds great.”
“He was totally a hottie,” she says. “And he was totally ogling your ass.”
Tristan clears his throat, and the sound reverberates across the kitchen’s open air straight to my clit. I avoid his pointed stare, but it’s no use. My eyes flicker up quickly and then back down as his hazel eyes tug at my heart.
“I’m going to go get ready,” I offer.
“Make sure you pack some extra clothes because I think we’re going to stay over night on the yacht.”
I gulp. Overnight?
Sleeping in the same place as Tristan and Tyler doesn’t sound like a good idea. Even if it’s a yacht. It’s still not enough room to handle that much testosterone. God help me.
Emily
Tristan’s hot gaze scorches me.
I feel it trickle down my neck like sweat, covering me, overwhelming my senses with its intensity. Despite the breeze and never ending ocean that surrounds us, I feel stifled. The sun beats down on me as we sit
“So, Tristan, are you seeing anyone?”
My heart stills as Ceci’s question hangs in the air between us. I try my best not to look up at Tristan, but I feel his eyes wash over me. He goes silent for a few seconds before eventually answering my best friend.
“No, I’m not seeing anyone. My work schedule doesn’t really give me much free time.”
“Oh, that's a shame,” Ceci says.
She isn’t sad about it. In fact, I can almost see her smiling at her newfound information as the wheels turn realizing there’s no competition for his affection. If it weren’t for the fact I love Ceci, I wouldn’t hesitate tackling her to the ground right now. I can’t blame her for her infatuation because I can’t seem to get over mine. Unable to stand the open flirting directed at Tristan any longer, I leap up from the table, causing them to briefly direct their attention to me while I place my dishes in the sink. I’m halfway out of the kitchen when I feel Tristan behind me. His fingertips are almost touching me, but they fall back at the sight of my brother entering the room.
“Good morning,” he says with a devilish grin.
“Where have you been?” I ask
His eyes light up with mischief.
“I stayed out late last night.”
Apparently, with the blonde he left with. No surprise there.
“You look like you had fun.” Tristan laughs.
Nicholas’s grin widens. I’m not sure how so many women fall into Nicholas’s trap, but they do. No one seems to be able to resist his charm. I can’t wait for the day some woman puts him in his place. I don’t want my brother to be a manwhore forever.
“So, I was thinking we should go sailing today,” Nicholas says, stepping around us.
“Oh, my gosh. That sounds like so much fun!” Ceci squeals, jumping up from the breakfast counter and grabbing Tristan’s arm.
Her eyes briefly turn back to me.
“Oh! We should totally invite the sexy bartender you met last night. I can’t believe you didn’t go home with him.”
I catch sight of a smirk on Tristan’s face as Ceci goes on recalling how I had left the Oasis without Tyler, the bartender. I wish Augie were here. He would know what to do about this whole ridiculous situation. Why isn’t Tristan pushing Ceci away? Instead, I watch as he sits enraptured by the words spewing from her mouth.
“What do you think, Em?” Ceci asks.
Half an hour ago, she was pissed at me, but now she wants to set me up on another date. I silently watch her with Tristan as they both stare at me waiting for me to speak. I’m not even sure how to act around the man I slept with last night and the friend who seems to think he’s hers.
I smile through my gritted teeth.
“Sounds great.”
“He was totally a hottie,” she says. “And he was totally ogling your ass.”
Tristan clears his throat, and the sound reverberates across the kitchen’s open air straight to my clit. I avoid his pointed stare, but it’s no use. My eyes flicker up quickly and then back down as his hazel eyes tug at my heart.
“I’m going to go get ready,” I offer.
“Make sure you pack some extra clothes because I think we’re going to stay over night on the yacht.”
I gulp. Overnight?
Sleeping in the same place as Tristan and Tyler doesn’t sound like a good idea. Even if it’s a yacht. It’s still not enough room to handle that much testosterone. God help me.
Emily
Tristan’s hot gaze scorches me.
I feel it trickle down my neck like sweat, covering me, overwhelming my senses with its intensity. Despite the breeze and never ending ocean that surrounds us, I feel stifled. The sun beats down on me as we sit
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