Shane and Trey[ Enemies to Lovers 01 ] Read Free

his hand over his glistening forehead, and then ran his fingers through his dark hair.
    He wandered toward the patio, and as he did the sun worked a small miracle in combination with all his sweat, making him sparkle. This was so unfair. He’d so better not be my roomie. I mean sure a hot bod would be great, but jeez, just give me a chronic farter—anyonetrumped this Trey.
I let go of the handle. Oh crap. I was a wuss. I didn’t want to talk to him at all. Nope. I wasn’t going too. June could just tell me later. Then I’d join a gym and buff myself up so I’d be a match for him—okay probably only a sort-of match. But it’d be something.
    I groaned and hit my head on the steering wheel. “Fuuuuck.” “Were you going to come out any time?”
    My head snapped up. Trey, now in a tight white t-shirt, waltzed toward me. His stare seemed to penetrate a hole through my skull.Ahhhhh—“HmmMmm.”Yes? No? Maybe? Hell no?
He raised his brow slightly, then walked in front of the car and let himself into the passenger seat.
    I tried to determine what I’d do if he started throwing punches. I could run off. Actually, I’d probably have the strength enough to push him out of the car. Then I’d hit the gas. Was I over-thinking? Yeah, probably—this guy was my sister’s boyfriend after all. If he loved her anywhere near as much as she did him, he wouldn’t be messing me up too bad.
    “Didn’t realize you’d seen me,” I said at last. “Your car is red, man. I noticed.” So much of a stalker I’d be.
    Trey sucked in air making it whistle between his teeth. “So, wazzup?” He calmly leaned his torso back into the chair, gazing out the front window. Somehow that went a long way to calming down my nerves.
    I cleared my throat. Did I lead in with a Not much, how‘bout you? Or just get to the point? Funny that my sister had gone out with the guy three years and I’d only had a handful of conversations with him. And they weren’t exactly revealing. Like I knew he had a brother, and wassuper, super good at basketball—but those were my sister’s words.
    “Ummmm,” I finished the word with a loud smack. With all my hmms and umms no one would believe I was going to study to become a speech therapist. I glanced at Trey who surprised me by grinning. “Do you know who you’ll be rooming with in college?” I burst out.
    “Shane?” My name mixed with his deep voice… damnthat sounded sort of—sexy? Whoa! I looked away from him, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. Where the hell did that come from? “We’re gonna be roomies,” he said.
    “We are?” Well that came out much higher than anticipated. “I’ve known for sure ever since I saw your car pull up witnnihout June in it. Why else would you be here? You’re very good at avoiding me usually.”
    “ Me avoidingyou?” I mean, yeah I did, but it went both ways. If I didn’t, he would. (So what a bad stroke of luck it was he’d been around with the whole Ryan thing, huh.)
Trey chuckled, something I’d never heard him do before. Fascinated, I watched his grin widen and his torso quiver.
    “Well, you’re going to have to start learning to relax around me man. I mean you’re as stiff as”—he hesitated—“a board.” Yeah,that’s what he was going to say. “Looks like you need a good back rub.”
WTF? That was the last thing I thought would come out of his mouth—and like, was he offering?
    The answer came in form of a large hand reaching toward me.Okay, think of something to say—anythingto stop this. “June!”
He paused as if trying to make the connection, a frown pushing his thick brows together.
    I continued to ramble, “June loves a good back rub, huh? Her and Mom are always bribing me to give them one. But I’m sure your fine hands do it better—they really like the pressure.”
    I stopped, sure I was scarlet now. Your fine hands could do better?—what was I on? My tongue needed some serious reprimanding.
    Trey chuckled again.