One Night Stand(22)
“To help me?” I looked back at her incredulously. “How is waking me up before the roosters helping me?”
“In case you were in bed with Xander, he could leave your room before Gabby woke up.”
“Ugh, don’t even.” I made a face.
“You didn’t sleep with him, did you?” It was her turn to look shocked. “Liv!”
“Liv nothing.” I rolled my eyes and turned on the kettle. “I didn’t sleep with him again.” I took out two cups and yawned again. “And trust me, I never will again. He’s an asshole.”
“Ooh what did he do?”
“What do you mean, what did he do?” I turned away from her and opened the fridge. “Milk and sugar?” I said into the fridge.
“You know I want both. Now spill it Taylor, what did Mr. Tongue do?”
“His name is Xander.” I groaned as I took the milk out and turned around.
“He was Mr. Tongue first.” She grinned. “If I do recall he was Mr. Miracle Tongue, he was the—”
“Enough.” I groaned again. “He is not anything to me.”
“What happened?” Her eyes lit up.
“I’ll tell you what happened on one condition?” I bit my lower lip and grinned at her.
“What condition?” She frowned and leaned forward. “I’m not sleeping with him as well.”
“I’m not asking that.” I rolled my eyes. “Tell me who you like.”
“What?” Alice sat back, her face growing pink.
“Do you like Aiden, Scott or Chett?” I leaned on the countertop and stared at her. “Tell me which one of my brothers you like and I will tell you what happened with Xander.”
“I don’t like any of them. What are you talking about?” Alice stuttered as she avoided my eyes and I smiled to myself. Alice was such a poor liar and she knew that I knew the truth. I scooped some of the ground beans into the French press and then poured the boiling water inside the glass container and put the top on.
“Chett, Scott or Aiden?” I asked softly as I turned back to face her. “Let me think, I doubt it’s Chett. You’re not into blond guys and he’s the blondest guy I know. And you’re not into Nascar and he loves it. Let’s see, so it’s between Scott and Aiden. Hmm.” I stared at her as she glared at me and I grinned. “Both are hot, though they’re my brothers so I feel icky saying that. Let me think, who do I think you’re after?”
“It’s Aiden, okay.” She blushed. “And I just think he’s cute. I’m not after him.”
“You like Aiden?” I made a face. Aiden was the eldest of all of us and he was my bossiest brother. Out of all of my brothers, he was the least fun and sometimes felt more like a second dad to me. “You don’t seriously like Aiden, do you?”
“I knew you would say that, that’s why I didn’t tell you.”
“It’s just, Aiden.” I made a face. “Imagine if you dated him and we had to double date.” I shuddered. “It would be like double dating with my dad, he’d be trying to tell me what to order and not to stay out late, and God forbid my guy kisses me or something.”
“Is the coffee ready?” Alice looked at the French press pointedly.
“Let me check.” I sighed and pressed it down before pouring the coffee in two mugs and turning back to her. “You’re not really interested in Aiden, are you?” I gave her a hopeful face. “Is this a bad joke?”
“How many bad jokes do you think are being played on you this weekend, Liv?” Alice laughed as she heaped sugar into her cup. “And yes, I like Aiden. And no, he’s nothing close to being your dad. He’s only twenty-eight and he’s gorgeous, and funny, and sweet, and well, yes, I have a small crush on him. I have for a long time, if I’m being honest.” Alice took a deep breath. “You better not tell him.”
“What am I going to tell him?” I rolled my eyes. “He’d just find a way to lecture me.”
“So now it’s your turn.”
“My turn to do what?” I took a sip of my coffee and coughed. It tasted gross. I must have put too much coffee and not enough water in the French press.
“What happened with you and tonguey?”
“Don’t call him tonguey. That sounds gross.”
“What he did with it wasn’t gross though was it?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I looked around the kitchen. “He’s not into me.”
“I’m sorry.” She gave me an apologetic look.
“He’s not the father, you know. He hasn’t even slept with Gabby. Yet, he still wants to marry her.”