She kept squeezing the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as tension tightened her body. She forced herself to drive slow as her anger blinded her to how hard she pressed the accelerator. The entire night Karla had been annoyed and her sister's barbs tossed her way only added fuel to her anger. She didn't know where Aimee came off with her high and mightiness, but it grated on her nerves. Life was not black and white as Aimee believed. You did what you had to do to get ahead. It was called survival. There was nothing wrong with someone helping you out with a job. That's what friends were for, to help you out when you needed it. It happened all the time. Karla didn't need her sister's judgmental attitude about it.And then there was Mitch Greenway. She was never turned down by a man before because he preferred her sister. Men wanted what Karla offered. Mainly because Aimee never offered anything. Karla thought about texting Mitch to find out what his angle was, but instead, deci
Karla's breath caught, and she forced herself to let it out as his closeness gripped her, sending a moist heat straight to her sex and a tightening to her nipples. Remember, you're in control here, girl. She glanced up into his dark eyes, her breathing ragged gulps. He just smiled down at her, his grin challenging, daring her to deny his statements. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say as his eyes penetrated her the way she suddenly wanted his cock to be doing. Did he want her to deny it? To play hard to get? She found herself being caught in her own game, and she didn't know what to do. Most men cowered at her forward behavior. Mitch Greenway, however, was stepping right into it.The left corner of his mouth curled up into a grin as he soaked in her eyes. He reached out to her, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her off the car and pressing her body to his. She could feel his hardness through their clothes as it pushed against her, as he forced it against her, allowing
It felt good to be driving her car again without having to balance the pedals to keep it running. Mitch came through as promised. He also asked her out again, just as he said he would. She wasn't sure if he charged her as they agreed, but it still seemed fair enough. It took away her Decades of Rock concert money, but it was worth it to be able to drive without the guilt of Karla's payment plan. When he asked her out, Aimee reluctantly agreed. She was still upset at the display she witnessed from her balcony. Yet, she wasn't ready to surrender her fantasies of Clint just yet. It was only dinner, after all. She was sure she could keep it all platonic. Besides, she deserved to be taken out, even if only because she hadn't been on a date in a while.She tried to forgive her sister for her behavior at their mother's last night, but Karla was distant and quiet. It was worse when she returned home from wherever she vanished to after dropping Aimee off. When Aimee told her about going out wit
They were halfway through their meal when the evening took a downward turn."Hey guys. Fancy meeting the two of you here."Aimee glanced up and saw Karla standing beside their table, her arm wrapped around Brad's as he stood there looking suddenly awkward. "Brad." Mitch set his fork and knife down and sat back in his chair. Aimee noticed that he avoided mentioning Karla's name."You knew we were coming here," Aimee said. "I told you this afternoon.""Did you?" Karla cocked her head to the side, pretending an attempt at remembering the conversation. Finally, she shrugged acting all innocent. "I honestly don't remember."There's not an honest bone in your body. Aimee gritted her teeth. "So, why are you here?"Brad reached out and shook Mitch's hand. "She called and asked to take me out for dinner. Never refuse a pretty lady and a free meal."Mitch laughed, ignoring the glares Aimee and Karla were giving each other. "I don't blame you.""So, what's good to eat here?" Karla sat down and pi
"What the hell was that all about?" Mitch threw his napkin onto the table and stared at her, his eyes shooting flames.Karla watched as Aimee skulked away, shoulders slumped, head bowed. Karla forced herself to swallow the dryness that took over her throat. Her heart hurt for her sister and what she just did to her. The feeling was almost as equal as the disgust she felt for what Aimee did to her."I asked you a question."Aimee passed through the main doors and out of sight before Karla turned her focus back to Mitch. "I told you. No one dates both sisters.""And you just thought that showing up here and telling her we fucked was the best way to end the date? She's your sister for crying out loud. Don't you think there was a better way to approach the subject? And you didn't even warn Brad? How cruel can you be?"She shrugged, as she lifted her glass to her lips. After taking a gulp, which did nothing to alleviate the tightness of her throat, she said, "Aimee knows the rules. She knew
Aimee's phone vibrated on her desk and without even glancing at it, she pressed the silent button. She didn't need to look. She knew who it was, the same person who had been blowing up her phone since her dinner date. Mitch texted several times last night and a few that day. He wanted to explain, wanted to make it up to her. He said he was sorry. That it wasn't what she thought. Isn't what I think? How can the fact that he fucked my sister be misinterpreted? She ignored every text that came through. The funny thing was that she had not heard from her sister at all. Not even a concern when Aimee hadn't returned home last night. Funny, but not unexpected. Karla didn't like confrontation unless she was the one causing it. Instead of having to deal with her sister's obnoxious attitude, Aimee decided to crash at her mother's house. Of course, Betty Harper tried her best to figure out why she wasn't going home, but Aimee just told her she needed some peace and quiet for the evening. Betty d
Karla's day did not go as she had wanted outside of getting the bartender job at Sand Dune. Of course, there was really no doubt that she would be hired. Short skirt, low cut blouse, and a few winks and the job was hers. Paul gave her several insinuations about some after hours requirements, but she was always able to handle him, leading him on and only giving in when it suited her needs more than his. No, her day was bad because she still dealt with the aftermath of last night and her little drama at the restaurant. She tried to talk to Brad, but he was too busy pouting at the way she used him, and wasn't ready to surrender yet. He would. Of that she had no worries. It was just a matter of when and what it would cost her. Men were such babies when it came to their egos. Mitch ignored her, as well; still pissed more than likely, and she wasn't even sure why it bothered her. The car was fixed and while she didn't like burning bridges, especially ones she knew she would need again, she
Aimee wished Ginny a goodnight, leaving her to pore over files for some upcoming case that would see her in court tomorrow, and then made a quick escape. The day was over and she really just wanted a glass of wine and a hot bath. While the day had remained quiet and peaceful, it still had the normal stress that came with working in a law office. Combined with the tension her body felt from her personal life, her body was a wad of knots that needed massaging.As she rounded the corner into the parking lot, she spotted Mitch leaning against her car, hands in his pockets as he watched her approach. She felt her body ball up into a tight knot as she forced herself to take each step. She did not need this right now.He smiled as she stepped closer, opening his mouth, starting to say something, but she quickly cut him off. "Mitch, I don't have anything to say. While I do not agree with my sister's behavior or the way she handled the situation, she was right. We don't sleep with the same men.