“No, that does not make me feel better.” I grabbed his arms and pulled him away from the door and closer to the bed. “And keep your voice down. What if someone hears you?”
“Would that be a problem?” He cocked his head.
“What do you think?”
“We’re not back on that again, are we?” He grabbed my hands and pulled them up to his face. “Your nails need cutting.” He studied them for a few seconds and I pulled my hands away from him.
“What?” I frowned, distracted by his comment. “What are you talking about?”
“I was just saying you need a manicure.” He shrugged. “Your fingernails are longer and the nail polish is chipping off.”
“Are you fucking joking with me right now?” My jaw dropped. “You’re the most insufferable—”
“Pig, I know.” He finished my sentence for me.
“No, I was going to say asshole.” My eyes narrowed as I stared at the nonchalant smile on his face. “You’re an asshole.”
“That gives me an idea.” He grinned and he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him.
“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting reacquainted with you.” He laughed as he looked down into my face; his lips dangerously close to mine as his fingers slipped to my ass.
“Hey.” I jumped back. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well, I was touching your ass because you gave me an idea.” His voice suddenly became seductively low.
“What idea?” I swallowed hard and then my jaw dropped. “Do you think I’m going to have anal sex with you? The day I find out you’re engaged to my sister? Are you out of your mind? Did you really think I was going to let you—”
“Liv.” He cut me off, his lips trembling.
“What?”
“I just wanted to feel your ass to see if it was as juicy and pert as I remembered.” He winked at me. “I wasn't asking to take your anal cherry.”
“You...wait, what?” I sputtered out, my heart racing. How had the conversation gone to sex again? Why oh why was he teasing me and making me feel so hot and bothered. He was the worst kind of man possible and yet, I was incredibly turned on.
“Anyway, let’s not get sidetracked.” He shook his head at me. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t come to your room for sex.”
“Say what?” I looked at him in confusion. “I never said—”
“I came because I wanted to explain to you that this is a delicate situation. I wasn’t engaged when we made love. And I wasn’t planning on becoming engaged either. However your sister and I have decided to get married.” He studied my face for a few seconds. “I didn’t expect to see you again.” He shook his head and his face softened as he looked at my face. “You’ve made this all very difficult.”
“What have I made difficult?”
“This arrangement between your sister and I...” He paused. “It’s delicate. It’s not a love match.”
“Then what is it?”
Bang Bang.
“Liv?” Gabby’s voice was soft. “Can I come in?”
“Just a second.” I said, hoping my voice didn’t show how panicked I felt. “Get under the bed.” I pushed Xander down. “Now.”
“Okay.” He frowned as he got down on his knees and slithered under the bed.
“Liv?” Gabby’s voice was louder. “Can I come in?”
“Just a second.” I shouted and watched as Xander’s legs and feet were hidden. I walked to the door and opened it, with a big smile. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Can I come in?” Gabby seemed hesitant and I stared at her in surprise. My sister was never hesitant. She was beautiful, confident and always got what she wanted. Like my Mr. Miracle Tongue.
“Uh, what do you want?” Oh God, I couldn’t look her in the face. I needed to make eye contact with her, but I couldn’t. I was too ashamed of myself. What oh what was I going to do?
“Can I come in? I don’t want anyone to hear.” She pushed into the room and closed the door behind her. “What do you think of Xander?”
“Huh?” My face was hot. “Why do you ask?”
“I just wanted your opinion.” She sighed. “I know you can read guys well.”
“I, uh, I guess.” I stared at her in shock. Since when did she think I could read guys well? Since when did Gabby ever want my opinion?
“I haven’t known Xander long.”
“Oh?” I bit my lower lip, wanting to ask her more, but I didn’t because I didn’t want Xander to think I cared to know about their relationship.