Her gray V-neck accentuates her waist and cleavage, which shows just how much she has grown up since the last time I saw her. And her auburn hair shines as it frames her face, which is no longer covered in freckles and instead looks smooth and flawless.
Tori frowns when she sees me. “What are you doing here?”
I smirk. “I could ask you the same question.”
“I’m here to see my brother.” She places her hands on her hips, and her breasts automatically push up against her shirt.
My cock twitches at the sight.
I force my eyes to look into her deep brown eyes instead of at her breasts. I never thought that I would have that problem when it came to Tori. She’s my best friend’s little sister. We used to make her life miserable. I can’t fuck her and then leave her. Logan would kill me.
“Same.”
Her eyes darken as she glares at me and then down at the bag I’m carrying. “You’d better be taking that to a hotel.”
“I’m not staying at a hotel. I’m staying here. That way, I can get plenty of time to see Logan and torture you, just like old times.”
She narrows her eyes and steps forward, trying to intimidate me even though she is only half my size. “Then, you can sleep on the couch. And, as far as torturing me goes, that won’t be happening. I’m not the scrawny teenage girl I was before.”
I laugh as I look her up and down. “You might have filled out a little since the last time I saw you, but you still barely come up to my chest. I can torture you as much as I want, and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.”
Her nostrils flare, and her face turns bright red.
“I have an important meeting I need to get to in the morning. I really need to go to sleep. Give me the bedroom tonight, and maybe we can work something out tomorrow.” I wink at her.
Her eyes deepen, and I think I see a vein popping out of her head. She’s so angry with me.
“This is my room!”
“Who is the one who has to get up to go to work in the morning? From what I heard, it sure isn’t you. You can nap in my bed while I’m at work.”
“No. I’m not sleeping on the couch. You are.”
I laugh. “Oh, come on, Tori. You’re tiny. You can easily fit on the couch.”
“My name is Victoria, not Tori.”
I cock my head to the side and stare at her breasts. She’s right, a cute nickname like Tori just doesn’t cut it. “I can see that.”
She frowns but doesn’t cross her arms over her chest, like I expected. She doesn’t hide and cover her body. She points her finger toward the living room. “Enjoy the couch. I’ve heard it will give you one wicked neck- and backache in the morning.”
She turns and walks back into the bedroom. She grabs the door to slam it shut, but I grab it, stopping it just before it reaches the frame.
I push it back open and take a step forward so that I’m standing in the doorway, and my face is inches from hers. I watch as her breathing picks up. I watch her lick her lips, like she is preparing for me to kiss her. I watch her eyes deepen at the thought of what my body could do to her.
Victoria wants me. Badly. I always thought that she secretly had a crush on me when we were kids. She used to try to hide it, but I knew. But, now, she isn’t hiding it. Despite how much she hates me, she wants my body with the same passion.
Torturing her is going to be more fun than when we were kids.
“We could always share the bed.” I wink again.
The spell she’s under quickly breaks. “Out. Now.”
“No.”
“Out.”
“No.”
“Don’t make me slam your hand in this door.”
I laugh. “You couldn’t if you wanted to.”
She starts trying to push the door shut on my hand, but the door barely moves.
I raise an eyebrow, and she huffs but stops. In that second, I can see the adorable little girl she used to be.
I grin.
“Can’t you be a gentleman for once in your life and let me sleep in the bed?”
“Really? You’re going to play the I’m a woman, so I deserve the bed card.”
“No, I’m playing the I was here first; I have equally important things that I need to be up