Craving The Wrong Brother
Knox calls, already seated with a plate of cake in hand.
I walk toward him, spotting the only available wide space on the couch—right between him and Jade. Hell. No. I make a quick decision and aim for the tighter space beside a guy I vaguely recognize. But before I can slip in, Knox hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me down, right into his lap.
I barely regain my balance before he's addressing the crowd.
“Hey, everyone,” he says, “meet my girlfriend, Sloane.”
I freeze.
Every head turns. One guy, cake stuffed in his mouth, blurts, “Your girlfriend’s cute, boss, and I can swear she looks familiar.”