Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,109

flirt mercilessly. I’m familiar with all of Savannah’s flirtatious rules of engagement. Both my dick and I have been entranced by them a time or two. She’s heated my sheets on a few occasions. Nothing more than that.

“Since when does Rex Toberman turn down a solid proposition?” She swings her ponytail from side to side as her fingers brush over my face. “Oh, I get it.” A dark laugh strums from her, the exact same one she lets off just before she gets down and dirty. “You want to do that thing where you’re the big bad attorney, and I’m the—”

“No, no.” I hold up a hand. Dear God, anything but that.

“Yes, yes!” Scarlett leans in, suddenly enthralled by the blonde bombshell in our midst—the very same one I’d like nothing more than to be rid of at the moment. “By all means, do go on. What was your role in the raunchy legal drama? Wait—let me guess. You were the lonely housewife looking for a divorce and a quickie? Or maybe you were the call girl who accidentally wandered into the wrong office? Either way, I bet you got a chance to sharpen those skills of yours. Isn’t that right?”

Savannah steps into the light and squints at Scarlett as if trying to place her. “Like who the hell are you?”

“I’m Rexy’s future attorney. We were just going over payment plans for all the sexual harassment suits he’ll have pending. I’m thinking monthly installments.” She extends her hand for a quick shake, but Savannah’s not budging.

“Oh, that’s cute.” Savannah lacks the proper enthusiasm to back such a claim. “At first, I thought you were trying to scam off my man.” She gurgles a husky laugh that I’ve only heard once before, and I try to evict the scene from that “one time” right out of my perverted mind. “But then, this is Rexy—Whitney Briggs’s own prized possession.”

“Prized perverted possession,” Scarlett corrects, and I cut her a death stare. As much as I want to laugh, as much as I think it’s cute as hell that she thinks she has me pegged, I won’t give her the satisfaction.

“My prized perverted possession.” Savannah blows me a kiss. “Shoot me a text, and we’ll pick up where we left off. And you do remember where we left off.” She hops around and juts her bottom at me before taking off.

That’s right. If I recall, I was on an exploratory mission that involved K-Y Jelly and a box of glow-in-the-dark condoms.

“Hmm.” Scarlett watches pensively as the blonde ponytail fades deeper into campus. “Looks like you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.”

“I don’t have a busy night ahead of me. There’s nothing going on between the two of us.” Don’t know why I went there. Who the hell cares if Scarlett thinks I’m bedding that chick? It’s probably better that way. I don’t want to give her the wrong impression. The last thing in the world I want is for my new redheaded almost-stepsister to think I’m into her.

That image of Scarlett’s head thrust back in lust goes off in my mind like a grenade. Yes, that would feel like heaven.

“Hello? Did you hear a word I said?” She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Never mind. You’re too busy mentally outlining the plot for your next skin flick with Miss North Carolina.” She jumps out of her seat so fast it tips backward, hitting the sidewalk with a clanging fury. Fifty people turn to gawk at us. “Don’t let me stop you. In fact, if you leave now, you might catch her before she blows one of your teammates into oblivion. Everyone knows Savannah Airhead Anderson does nothing but blow hot air!” she shouts so loud she’s actually managed to hold the attention of a small crowd passing by.

“Hey, don’t get so worked up.” I pick up her seat and motion for her to get back in it, but she makes a face like she’s about to get sick. “Please, sit down. We didn’t finish that conversation we were having. And I want to.” I’m pleading like a pussy. I’m not sure why I feel the need to make nice with this girl—perhaps because she is indeed about to become my stepsister in a few short weeks. Perhaps because I’m a glutton for punishment. “Sit.” It comes out a little sterner than anticipated.

“Nobody tells me what to do with my body!” she thunders so loud an entire crowd of girls from