Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,58
shoulders were bare, and her tits were practically popping out, her hair pulled up and showcasing her sexy neck. I snatched her wrist when she tried to brush pass me, the purse hanging in the crook of her arm swinging back and forth from the jolt.
“What are you doin’?”
“What do you mean?” Her expression gave nothing away as to whether she’d been upset with me or simply decided to change her clothes at the last goddamn second.
I took in the sight of her once again, as if I could take my eyes off her in the first place. “What was wrong with what you had on before?” The jeans she’d changed out of were molded to her figure and her cream blouse, while plunged slightly at the neckline, was loose, more importantly… not tight. She looked sexy all while being covered up. But this dress….
“Morgan’s right. It’s hot out already. I’d be uncomfortable in jeans.” She batted her eyelashes at me, the flash of cockiness telling me everything I needed to know.
I pulled her into me. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“You know damn well why what. You put this on to rile me, didn’t you?”
“You did say ‘let me catch you wearing something like that.’ I guess I was curious as to what your reaction would actually be.”
“Now you know. Please go and change.” I wanted to bark at her, demand she put back on the clothes she had before, but I restrained myself, saying please in hopes she’d comply. I should’ve known better by the wave of stubbornness that riddled her posture that she wasn’t gonna change.
“I’m good.” She pursed her lips and pulled her arm back. “Come on. Braylen’s waiting.” I could do nothing but stare after her, picking through random thoughts and tossing away those that had me causing a scene and exerting myself, no doubt causing a heated argument to ensue between us. Zoe slammed the door to the truck, situating herself next to Morgan.
“She’s only going to Braylen’s. That’s it. No one will see what she has on other than her stepmother. You can handle this,” I continued to mumble to myself, locking the door and setting the alarm from the remote on my keychain.
Every muscle in my body tightened as I approached the truck. I reminded myself not to say anything more to her right now or else we’d end up fighting in front of Morgan. I was typically a calm and laid-back guy, but every now and again, my buttons got pushed, and right now was one such time.
Five minutes into the ride, Morgan was the one to disrupt the quiet. “Everything okay?”
“Yep.” One word from me and the silence thickened the small space the three of us shared. But she didn’t take the hint, instead razzing me about my choice of vehicles.
“You’d think with all the money you have, you’d buy a newer truck.” She clucked her tongue. “Then again, you’ve always been cheap.”
“I’m not cheap. I’m conservative.”
“Cheap, conservative… it’s the same thing.” She turned to look at Zoe. “Our uncle left him a ton of money. I think you need to convince him to step it up a little.”
“First off, Uncle Martin didn’t leave me a ton of money, as you put it. It was a small inheritance, one which I invested wisely. I bet all yours is gone, isn’t it?”
Morgan didn’t get as much as I did, but it was a nice sum.
“I have some left. Living in New York City isn’t cheap, especially when I was only waitressing. The money helped to supplement my income, but now that my salary is higher, I don’t have to dip into it nearly as much.”
For the rest of the ride, the two of them chitchatted about art and fashion, Zoe divulging where she worked, which impressed Morgan immensely, and when she offered to extend her discount to my cousin, I thought for sure Morgan was gonna bust with excitement.
When I finally pulled up to the house, I threw the gear into Park and hopped out, quickly making my way to Zoe’s side, but she didn’t wait for me to open her door. In fact, as soon as her feet were planted on the ground, she briskly walked toward the house, ignoring me when I called her name. She didn’t even give me so much as a kiss goodbye.
I caught up to her in a few long strides. “You still upset?”
“Yep.” She gave me the same answer I gave Morgan earlier.