Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,11
just between her breasts.
Josh tried to look at her as a woman, someone he’d never met, just to see if he could. But no such luck. She was Rachel—his best friend’s baby sister. She would always be the little brat he’d picked on. It was a shame really because she was extremely attractive in an in-your-face wild kind of way.
She stopped in front of him and held her palm out flat, looking down at him with twinkling eyes full of mischief.
“Give me that horrible excuse for a doughnut.”
Josh lifted it slowly and licked right across the top of the powdered sugar, winking at her. That was when she reached out and pushed it into his nose. Coughing, he pulled it away, hearing both Mason and Lena laughing behind her.
“Don’t mess with her pastries, Josh,” Lena told him through a fit of giggles.
Looking up at Rachel, he watched as she grinned and reached out to swipe his nose with her finger.
“Powdered sugar doesn’t look right on you. You aren’t that sweet.”
Josh frowned. “Aw, come on, Rach. Now, you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”
Turning, she moved around the table and took a seat, putting her feet up on the chair opposite her.
Josh watched as she crossed her arms, and then he asked, “How can I make it up to you?”
She sat forward before questioning him. “Do you still like to dance?”
Groaning, Josh shook his head and rolled his eyes. Back in the day, Rachel, Mason, and himself all use to frequent the clubs. Sure, now I do it a lot less, but I’ll go if she really wants me to. Plus, I might meet someone.
“Yeah, I don’t mind it. Got a place in mind?”
She nodded, putting her feet on the floor. “Friday night. We’ll all go to Blue Moon.”
From across the table, he heard Lena cough a little, so Josh turned to look in her and Mason’s direction.
“You don’t like Blue Moon?” he inquired cautiously.
Mason reached over and took Lena’s hand. He squeezed it, and then said, “We’ve only been once.”
Josh watched Mason turn to Lena, speaking softly, “Let’s go and change that memory, huh?”
Lena nodded, and Josh could tell there was more going on than he knew about. He turned back to Rachel, who was sitting quiet and pensive, lost somewhere else in her own thoughts as she stared out the window.
Josh kept his eyes on her, wondering what was on her mind. Instead of asking, he told her, “Okay, count me in. Friday it is.” He paused, reaching for the doughnut. “Now, can I eat my doughnut in peace?”
Rachel turned back to him, plastering on a too happy smile, and took the offensive doughnut, dropping it on the table. She opened her bag, pulled out a cling-wrapped plate with what looked like homemade beignets, and placed it on the table in front of him.
Josh pulled his eyes away from the plate, moving them back to Rachel. He grinned. “You’re an angel. Anyone tell you that?”
“Stop sucking up, Daniels. Just know that when this melts in your mouth, I saved you from polluting your taste buds.”
Picking up one of the tasty morsels, he took a bite and groaned, looking over at her smug face.
“You can say it now,” she instructed him.
“Say what?” he questioned around the second bite.
“That I’m right, and I’m a genius,” Rachel pointed out smugly.
Grinning, Josh leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “You’re right, and you’re a crazy purple-haired genius.” Sitting back, he watched the smirk creep onto her face. He looked at Mason and Lena and winked as he ended with, “Who loves to look at her brother’s porn.”
He watched with delight when her eyes widened, and the other two at the table burst out into laughter.
“Oh, I hate you, Daniels!”
Finishing off the beignet, he blew her a kiss. “Nah, you don’t. I’m gonna take you dancing.”
Chapter Four
Shelly was standing in front of her mirror, inspecting her reflection, when she heard the intercom peal through her condo. Quickly, she dashed over and hit the enter button.
Lena had called her the other night and asked if she wanted to go out dancing. At first, Shelly had hesitated, thinking it was a set-up, until Lena had told her to bring a date.
Enter Paul Worthington, a man that would most certainly prove my father’s theory on my dating skills wrong. Enter a successful, stable, reliable man.
Shelly had called him back when she’d gotten home Monday and was surprised when he told her he wanted to get together and maybe