All Chapters of OFF LIMITS: FALLING FOR THE WRONG BRENNAN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

🏑 KLAUS'S POV 🏑 Shit. Shit. Shit. I was going to have a full-blown meltdown sitting here watching every expression cross Adriana's face while Madison grinned like she'd just won something. I knew exactly what this was. Payback for Adriana’s intrusion into the storage room. Madison was still pissed about it. This fucking dare was her payback, disguised as a lame party game. But, what was crawling up the back of my neck — was that every guy in this room had their eyes on Adriana. Tyler. Two guys I didn't even know. Ryan with that stupid grin on his face. All of them with their eyes on Adriana in that dress and not a single one of them thinking about looking somewhere else. They'd better look somewhere else. "You can't possibly be serious." Molly's voice came out sharp enough to draw blood. "Are you?" "Oh, Molly honey, I'm dead serious." Madison's smile didn't budge, her words loose at the edges from whatever she'd been drinking. Her eyes slid to Adriana. "And if our litt

🏑 KLAUS'S POV 🏑 I was pissed off. First, at Dad for bringing up therapy like I was some sick, demented child who couldn't function without some shrink digging through my head. Second, at Coach Leo for taking every opportunity to run to my father to complain instead of handling the team himself like an actual coach should. And third—maybe most frustrating—at Adriana for looking at me with those damn eyes that made me want to stand in front of her and demand she never look at anyone else that way ever again. Which was insane. Very insane. Worse, I didn't even know when I'd started feeling this way about my sister's best friend. I'd always tried to stay away from Adriana Coleman. Tried not to look at her the way a guy looks at a girl he wants. I tried to see her the same way I saw my annoying-ass sister—off-limits, untouchable, just another fixture in my life I didn't need to think about. But ever since our encounter in the kitchen, it was becoming impossible to look at

I opened my mouth to retort—but no words came out. His expression shifted, something darker flickering in his eyes. “If I wanted to kiss you,” he whispered, "I'd make you look at me first. So next time, don't close your eyes until I tell you to." My breath hitched. He was so close I could smell him—clean soap mixed with something warmer, something that made my head feel fuzzy. I needed to say something. Anything to break this tension. "Shouldn't you be more worried about your escapades from last night?" I blurted out, and regretted it almost too soon. "She was pretty loud. The whole house probably heard her." Klaus's smirk returned, lazy and confident. "Jealous, doll?" "What? No!" I retorted. "I just—Molly was annoyed. You kept us up." "Molly's always annoyed," Klaus said with a shrug. "And you didn't answer my question. Are you worried about my... what did you call them? Escapades?" "I'm not worried about anything you do," I said, lifting my chin in defiance. "I