London Dynasty (The Dynasties #1) - Geneva Lee Page 0,55

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Spencer had a late meeting with his grandfather, so I arranged to have the driver take me to his flat. Tod had seemed positively giddy at the news. And if he noticed that I hadn’t come back to the house last night, he didn’t say anything. I supposed it was easier not to worry about someone who wasn’t your daughter. I didn’t bother to change from my tank top and jeans. A night watching football seemed like something that should be kept casual, but when I arrived Spencer opened the door, still wearing his suit.

His necktie hung loosely around his collar, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me.

“Long day?” I asked.

“The longest. But I’m glad to see you,” he said. “I’m just going to change out of this.”

“You hungry? Maybe I could order some take-out?”

“There are some menus in the kitchen. Holden will show you where they are.” He disappeared, leaving me with his brother while he went to change. Holden appeared as if summoned.

“I’m told my assistance is required,” he said to me.

“I’m sure I can find the menus on my own.” I began opening drawers, doing my best to ignore him. The trouble was that Holden was as hard to ignore as Spencer, no doubt owing to their having the same face. But where Spencer sent heat flashing through my body, turning my skin slick with sweat, Holden elicited a trembling chill. Being near him filled me with a cold-but-thrilling dread that heightened my awareness of my whole body.

“They’re here.” Holden reached for a drawer at the same time I did, and our hands brushed. Goosebumps rose along my arm where our skin made contact, sending a tremor through me. I took a step away from him.

“I won’t bite,” he said, noticing my reaction, “unless you ask me to.”

“That’s exactly what someone like you would say,” I said haughtily.

“Someone like me?” He smirked and moved a step closer. I took another back. “What does that mean?”

“I think you know exactly what it means,” I said in a low voice. Where was Spencer? What was taking him so long?

“But I want to hear you say it,” he murmured, moving even closer and sending me backward until I hit the counter. I reached behind and gripped its edge, realizing I was trapped. Holden leaned forward planting his hands on either side of me. “You’ve got nowhere to go now.”

I swallowed, refusing to look at him. “I told Spencer I would order food. I’m hungry.”

“I think I can help you with that.” He was close enough now that any movement would bring us into contact. His lips—Spencer’s lips—stared back at me in invitation. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Would it feel like it did when I kissed Spencer? Would it be different? Would it be better?

“What did you order?” Spencer’s voice called from down the hall. Footsteps approached and Holden straightened up. He handed me the menus then walked to the couch.

The menus shook in my hands, betraying how flustered I was by the encounter.

“I haven’t decided,” I told Spencer as he entered the room. “Curry or Chinese?”

“Curry.”

“Chinese.”

They both answered at once and I wasn’t sure which one wanted what.

Spencer shot me a lopsided smile that made my heart flip. “My brother and I always want the opposite thing when it comes to food. It’s one of the few ways we’re different.”

“Naw, I’m better looking, brother,” Holden said as he dropped onto the sofa and spread his arms along its back. He spoke to Spencer, but he looked at me. I turned away.

“You’ll have to be the deciding vote,” Spencer said. “Choose wisely.”

I swallowed, wondering why all decisions had to be left up to me. My brain was swimming, so I looked down and chose the menu on the top of the stack. “Curry.”

“Yes!” Spencer pumped his fist and shot a victorious look at his brother. “Clearly, we belong together.”

Holden studied me for a moment as if trying to decide if that was true, but when he finally spoke, he only said, “Get me some Chicken Tikka Masala.”

I placed the order while Spencer grabbed a few beers out of the fridge. It was late enough that the match had already started, and by the time I joined them on the couch, settling in closely to Spencer, they were already yelling at the screen.

“That’s a fucking terrible call!” Spencer yelled as a referee threw a flag on the ground.

“So you both root for