If Logan would step his game up and treat Natalie better none of this would’ve happened, because she wouldn’t have had a reason to feel like crap just now.
I have to admit that even I think it’s weird he hasn’t taken Natalie to meet our old friends, or at least mention her to them.
I might not be the right Parker Brother, but I’d like nothing more than to bring her to them.
She’s beautiful.
Smart.
Independent.
Confident.
Honest and feisty as hell.
All the qualities I would look for in a woman I wanted to spend my time with. And I especially love a woman who can put me in my place. She’s done that more times than I can count over the years.
That’s another reason it’d be believable as her being mine. My friends know me well, and most of the girls I’ve slept with since Alana wouldn’t even come close to being believable relationship material.
They’d see right through it after only the first day.
“Shit. I’m screwed.”
A part of me wants to go inside and talk to Natalie, but doing that will piss her off even more, and probably lead to her using her stun gun on me.
It almost happened once.
After a few minutes, I push away from the building and head toward my truck.
I have no idea what to do to make her change her mind, but I need to figure it out, and fast…
CHAPTER FIVE
Natalie
I’m fuming right now. The Parker Brothers thinking it was perfectly okay to make this decision without me makes me want to slap them both straight.
Who do they think they are to discuss me without my knowledge? Especially when it includes me being borrowed by one of them as if I’m someone’s property.
I feel like such a fool right now. Like I don’t know my own boyfriend at all.
Logan agreed to this?
He actually agreed to me going away with his womanizing, rock star little brother without any worry of what could happen for six days. That doesn’t sound like him at all. It doesn’t make sense.
If he truly cared about me, he’d want to keep me away from Madden, not place me right in his arms when he knows how easily women fall into bed with him.
Without even realizing what I’m doing, I’m slamming things around on the desk, letting my anger out, when I hear a few screams of excitement from a group of teenaged girls sitting in the lounge pointing outside and pulling out their phones.
They weren’t down here when Madden was inside, but now that he’s walking through the parking lot with his hood down, he’s recognizable to anyone within a visible distance.
There’s no way possible that man can go anywhere and not be noticed by at least one person. Even without the fame of his band.
He’s extremely hot.
His dark hair, perfectly sculpted body, and sexy, full lips make him impossible to miss. Yes, I hate to admit it, but it’s true.
No one with eyes could deny it.
Madden Parker is every girl’s weakness.
But for me… he’s also my boyfriend’s brother.
His brother who’s quick to just give me away, apparently.
I shake my head and turn away from the fangirls, trying my best not to pay attention to them, but I find myself watching them as they run out the door and chase down Madden before he can hop in his truck.
I’ve never seen anything like it. Girls cling to Madden as if they need him to breathe.
“Do you see those girls?” Kayla huffs. “They have no shame at all. Chasing that poor, sexy rock star down and jumping all over him like Girl Scouts selling cookies.”
I give her a ‘did you really just say that’ look while plopping down in the chair Madden easily made his not too long ago. When I came out of the office and saw him sitting here, my heart jumped at the memory of last night and how good it felt to be snuggled up against his body.
Yeah, I didn’t know who he was, but that doesn’t change the fact that I enjoyed the way his body felt against mine.
That’s another reason this whole idea is a bad one.
A very bad one.
“You asked the guy to marry you, Kayla. You have no room to talk.” She shrugs when I look up at her and then goes back to watching Madden and the girls outside the door. “You gonna get back to work or run out there and attack him with photos too?”