Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,49
to the fancy KTM.
Getting out of the car, I smoothed the short skirt of the dress down over my thighs. I had chosen a soft green, floral print sundress, it had no sleeves, instead, it had straps that wrapped around my neck, much like a bathing suit. The front hugged my upper body then flared down to a cute skirt. The back of the dress was non-existent, meaning there was no way I could wear a bra.
“Desperate much Farron? Why not just turn up naked and advertise your intentions to have sex tonight.” And now I was talking to myself, damn, the nervousness I had back at my house choosing a dress was nothing compared to the level it was at now standing on Nixx’s front lawn.
He saw your breasts yesterday, did amazing things to them you silly nit. Get a grip and act like an adult. The pep talk did nothing to alleviate my nerves, but it got me talking steps over the green grass and towards the house.
“Thank god you had the sense not to wear heels,” I muttered as I looked down at the plush, green grass. Summer in Australia was typically when most front lawns died off, not at the Triple H, it seemed. The grass was so lush and thick, I almost had the urge to remove my flats and dig my toes in the natural carpet.
“Now, you are the prettiest thing I have seen all day, gorgeous,” Nixx called out, startling me.
Damn, the man is like a ninja, always catching me either drooling over him or acting like a fool.
“Hey you,” I called back, giggling at my silly worrying over my outfit, knowing my face was stained red from his compliment. I wasn’t used to his openness about how he felt about me or my body. Though, he was getting me there, especially after yesterday afternoon. His openness and honesty also something I had to get used to and really liked about him, another tick in his box.
“Sorry I’m late, I had a … wardrobe issue,” I muttered dryly, making my way to him.
“It’s okay baby, you are here now,” Nixx said, coming down from the porch steps to meet me, “I had to take a shower and get the barbeque prepped so we are all good.” Smiling that perfect smile at me, Nixx reached out and took my hand, immediately lacing his fingers with mine.
Today, he was dressed in a pair of newer denim jeans, cleaner than his dusty work ones, barefoot, and best of all, a shirt without sleeves. The man’s arms were a work of art and covering them up should be a crime.
“I mean it Farron, you look so pretty,” Nixx whispered, his blue eyes blazing at me, his words and his intensity had me believing he did think that about me.
“I don’t normally wear dresses, and to be honest, I feel a bit like mutton dressed up as lamb, if you know what I mean,” I admitted, then wished I didn’t say what I really felt because Nixx gave me a look that was anything but pleased.
“Farron,” he warned darkly, “none of that talk about yourself. I won’t have anyone talk that way about you, so you can’t either. You need to believe in yourself more baby, see what everyone else sees, what I see.”
My gaze dropped from his pissed off face, annoyed at myself for starting off our night alone together with my insecurities. I had yet to get to that place where I saw myself, as Nixx did. He said he wasn’t the type of man to give up, but if I continued to second guess how he felt for me, he just might decide I was too much work. That thought scared me, the last four weeks with Nixx had been like a dream. His attentiveness to not only me but to Dillion as well, his sweet texts when we could not see one another because he was working over at Mack’s. Everything he did, he proved I was his one, and I felt the same way about him, I really did. My problem was seeing myself through his eyes, rather than the way my ex made me see myself.
Deciding we needed a subject change, I gave him a genuine smile then pointed a finger over my shoulder.
“New old bike? Doesn’t look like the kind of bike you ride on the road.”
The dark cloud lifted from his handsome face, his knowing smirk back.