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Flicking through the
television stations, Pierce wondered how Rynne was doing at her brother’s
party. He couldn’t get their kiss out of his mind and he hated to admit it,
but he wanted more from her full lips. Has any other woman made him laugh
or feel the things she did? Rynne was as unique as her name.
He turned off the
television because nothing was on and picked up a magazine lying beside his
chair. He looked through it for about five minutes, but it didn’t hold his
attention either. Why was he so restless tonight? He knew the answer:
he wanted to hear from Rynne.
Pierce was so lost in his
own thoughts that he didn’t hear the car drive up until the doorbell rung.
Looking at the clock, he noticed it was almost eleven o’clock at night He
jumped out of the chair and rushed to the door hoping it was Rynne then
thought against it. She had never come to his house this late at night. It
was probably someone lost looking for directions. Pulling the hood further
down his face, Pierce opened the door,
“I’m going to strangle my
brother,” Rynne hissed brushing past him in her long strapless red evening
gown. He couldn’t do anything but stare at the vision pacing in his living
room. He had thought Rynne good-looking before; now she was downright
stunning.
“Rynne, what are you doing here so
late?” He shut the door and moved to stand to the side, enjoying how the
dress stretched across Rynne’s chest. It showed off the fullness of her
breasts.
“If I had stayed in that
house a moment longer I would be an only child.” she hissed with a wave of
her hand.
“What did Byron do this
time?” Pierce asked trying to keep his attention on what Rynne was saying
and not the way her breasts kept jiggling under her dress.
“He is still trying to
fix me up with Chadwick Russell,” she spat, flinging her arms up in the air.
He watched her closely
wanting to see her reaction to his next question. “Do you want to date
Chadwick?”
Fury shot from her eyes
“Aren’t you listening to me?” she yelled. “You are bad as my brother. Why
are strong men love hearing themselves talk, but are never strong enough to
listen?”
Chuckling Pierce tried to
stop her pacing by touching her arm; however, Rynne wasn’t having any of it
and shook off his hand. He didn’t know why her answer pleased him so much.
“Pierce, are you even
paying attention to a word I’m saying?” Rynne asked, narrowing her eyes on
his face.
“I have heard every word
those beautiful lips have spoken since you walked in.”
“Do you agree with Byron?
Should I give Chadwick another chance?” She asked standing in front of him.
Hell no!
“It isn’t my place to say,” Pierce responded, reaching out to touch a piece
of hair that had come loose from her bun.
“No, I could never date
Chadwick just the sight of me makes my skin crawl.”
“Why don’t have anyone in
your life right now?” he inquired brushing his fingers over Rynne’s
collarbone and then dropped his hand. He loved how smooth her skin was, but
he couldn’t get carried away with touching her.
“I don’t know maybe I
haven’t met in yet.” Rynne stood in front of his body and folded her arms
around her waist. “Pierce you need to give me some good advice.”
He brushed his thumbs
across her cheeks because he couldn’t help himself. The more the saw of her
toffee skin the more he had to feel it. “What do you want to ask me?”
“Should I not take what
Chad does so seriously and give him a better chance?”
A frown creased his
forehead, “Why would you say something stupid like that?” Pierce questioned
removing his hands from Rynne’s tempting body. None of the Victoria’s Secret
models had a thing on her.
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