The WRONG Brother (Love You Forever #1) - Alexis Winter Page 0,50
“I just wanted to spend the day with you. I wanted to surprise you.”
He offers up a sweet smile as he wipes under my eyes. “I’m all yours for the rest of the day. I do wish you were still in that little costume though. I have to admit, that tie looked better on you.”
I laugh. I knew he’d love seeing that. “Well, I don’t have that getup on anymore, but I do have something better.”
“What’s that?”
“How about a completely naked bubble bath?” I wag my brows at him and he chuckles, stands up, then begins to strip out of his suit to join me in the tub.
After our bath and a good romp in the sheets, we both pull on our clothes and go to the kitchen in search of a late lunch. We snack on fruit, veggies, and cheese, paired with a bottle of wine—enough to hold us over until we order dinner. I get busy cutting the cheese into cubes while Calvin cuts carrots into sticks. I’ve already opened a bottle of wine and poured a little into two glasses. We lay out a platter with crackers and grapes, and I can’t wait to dig in.
“We should make Bloody Marys,” I suggest as I pop a cheese cube into my mouth.
“That sounds good. We can add that to breakfast in the morning.”
“Alcohol with breakfast?” I act appalled that he would even suggest such a thing.
“Not you, Mr. Strait-Laced,” I joke.
He laughs. “Wait until you see me on vacation. It’s nothing but mixed drinks and a constant buzz the whole time.”
“That’s something I want to see,” I say, placing a grape between my lips and leaning forward so he can take it. He does and gives me a kiss.
“I think summer would be a great time to take a trip to Hawaii. What do you think? A whole week of nothing but lying on the beach, getting drunk, and having sex while working on your tan?”
I smile just from thinking about the amazing time we’d have. “That sounds perfect. But sex only in the room. I don’t need any weird tan lines,” I joke.
The front door opens and Preston walks into the kitchen. “Having a party and didn’t invite me?” He acts offended as he grabs a glass of wine and takes a big swig. He puts the empty glass down and scoffs. “That shit is nasty. Where’s the beer, Pipes?” He moves around us and opens the fridge.
“Help yourself,” I mumble, feeling a little annoyed that he’s here to crash our party. Since I don’t want to break the news to him until we for sure have something to break, we’re still keeping our relationship a secret. Which means no touching or kissing.
Preston grabs a beer, pops the top, and takes a long drink. He studies Calvin and me. “Since when did you join the likes of him and his sensitive palate?” he asks, motioning toward the food and wine.
I frown at him. “There’s nothing wrong with laying off the cheap beer and enjoying a nice glass of wine every once in a while, Pres.”
Preston shoots Calvin a glare. “You’re ruining my best friend.”
Calvin chuckles and shakes his head as he places some carrots on the tray. “Maybe she’s not your best friend anymore. Maybe she’s mine. Have you thought of that, Pres?”
My eyes cut over to Calvin, who seems to be challenging Preston. Preston looks taken aback but not angry. “I guess we’ll just have to share her then,” he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into a headlock.
I don’t miss my shot to smack him in the junk with the back of my hand. He immediately releases me while he groans and cups his manhood.
Calvin laughs at the cheap shot. “All right, you two. Let’s sit on the patio and enjoy this spread.” He picks up the tray and walks toward the patio. I fill my glass of wine and pick up Calvin’s to take outside. Preston follows along, holding his junk and keeping his beer close.
The three of us sit at the patio table and I grab a carrot to snack on.
“So, what you been up to, Pres?” Calvin asks, taking a sip of his wine.
He shrugs. “Not much. What about you?”
Calvin sets his glass down and grabs a grape, quickly glancing at me before answering. “Well, I’ve made a deal with an old friend from college. We’re going to be partners and share the office.”