Chapter 6

"Just a little higher, nerd, then you can reward yourself with a well-deserved masturbation," he stated, still holding his hand up.

Okay, you know what? I didn't have the time, and I was ashamed that he found my vibrator.

Any single female with normal hormones can understand how important a vibrator was.

"I get it, you want to use it, don't you?" I teased, giving up.

"What?" He sounded a little dumbfounded.

"The vibrator." I chuckled. "That's why you searched for it, right?”

"First of all, it was under your pillow. Anyone could've found it. Which, I have to say, is not healthy. You should keep it in a safe place after each use."

"You're disgusting." I stared at him. "How did you know I didn't clean it?" I have no idea where that courage came from; I'm typically shy in such instances.

He licked the sides of his mouth. I didn't notice until he started sniffing the nasty vibrator.

"I can smell you. I must admit, you taste better than you look."

"Okay… is that supposed to be a compliment?" I covered my flush. Shit. Why did I blush? This was Dylan, Elliott's older brother.

This is the same Dylan who had been to jail twenty times. I couldn't be blushing at him.

He took cautious, deliberate steps towards me. My heartbeat skipped. He came so close that I jerked out of it and dashed to the restroom.

"Suit yourself," I muttered.

I rested on the door, breathing heavily. I could sense him from the other side. "Let me join you," he said.

"Dylan, go to hell! I'm not one of your toys." I yelled before slipping off my robe and entering the shower.

Yep. If Dylan's father didn't own a car production company, I'd swear he was in the mafia. Dylan changed girls like underwear and has never had a proper relationship.

He was six years older than me—which I knew since, as I already stated, Elliot was my best friend. A stupid part of me used to think he'd marry me.

I knew his mother's favorite color. I knew what his father was allergic to, Sandra called me insane. And, honestly, I'm beginning to believe her.

‘He's probably in the backyard right now fingering that witch in the hot tub,’ I implied, referring to Elliot.

I couldn't fall back into jealousy. I made a promise to myself, which I had to keep.

After taking a shower, I walked to the closet. Some of Elliot's clothing was missing. We actually lived like a couple, sharing a closet, bathroom, and occasionally even a bed.

When he had nightmares, he would crawl into my bed, but never touched me inappropriately, even though I silently prayed he would.

I got ready in minutes and planned to check over the assignment Harvey had completed for me. College didn't seem so promising now that I'd lost my job.

Dad didn't answer his phone as usual. So the goal was to go back and beg Mrs. Perez—Elliot and Dylan's mother—for another opportunity.

I'm not even ready to discuss why I quit. It's quite embarrassing.

Dylan had already left when I emerged from the bathroom. Good, I needed to talk to Elliot, not him.

Sharing a room with Dylan seems like asking for trouble.

I was about to lock the door when Harvey burst in: "It's Sandra," he said, "she says your phone's with her." He handed his phone to me, and before I could say hello, Sandra's voice erupted in my ear.

"You need to go now before they get someone else!" 

“Are you sure? I don't know anything about marketing. I have fewer than fifty followers on social media—"

"I've made some connections. This is your chance, girl! My cousin is there. She is going to help you get the job." I didn't have the luxury of saying no, so I agreed.

"Looks like you're one step closer to paying me back," Harvey jokingly said. I rolled my eyes. He was not wrong. I had borrowed money from him more times than I could count, and I was definitely two grand in debt by now.

I dressed in a lemon-colored knee-length dress, which was inappropriate for an interview, but I didn't have time to change. I threw on my denim jacket, grabbed my bag of documents, and dashed out the door.

"There. Coming to finish what you started?" Dylan was outside, smoking. He looked at his crotch, and I followed his gaze. He was hard. I swallowed firmly and continued moving.

The job, Alexis. Focus on the job.

I got in my car and followed Sandra's directions. The building was lofty, glass-encased, and screamed high status. I took a deep breath.

I was only here to try. Whether I got it or not, I'd be fine.

"Ms. Sanders, I'll take that." A woman at the reception desk pointed to my handbag and jacket.

"I need the bag—it has my documents—" I tried to explain, but she argued they weren't required. Then she handed over my belongings to another woman and instructed me to go with her.

We used the elevator. She pressed six and my heart raced.

I was unfamiliar with this place. I trusted Sandra, who had all the connections, but…

"If you ask me, I think you've got the job," the woman stated, smiling slightly.

"There are applicants for your position, but they asked me to come get you." Shit, what would I do without Sandra?

We reached the sixth floor. I followed after, and there was a line of people outside the office door. My nerves surged once more till I saw him.

Braided long hair. Tattoo above his brow.

Shit, I had seen this man before.

Unbraided. Shirtless. In bed…

This is the man I woke up next to this morning!

Oh.

My.

Lord.

What the heck is my one-night stand doing here?!