it. I wasn’t going to let her embarrass me in front of this girl.
I kept my gaze locked onto Evangeline’s even when my sister whined about telling her to ‘shut it’.
Out of nowhere, Annabelle nudged past me, causing me to stare at her in shocked horror as she held her hand out toward Evangeline.
“Hi, I’m Annabelle. I don’t often like introducing myself to any of the women Ryan has slept with, but he’s acting rather strange so I thought I’d see what the fuss was all about.” My mouth dropped. What the hell is she doing? I had to put a stop to it.
I heard Annabelle mutter something under her breath but chose to ignore it, looking at a stunned Evangeline instead as I said, “Annabelle, you’re such a brat. Stop terrifying the poor woman and quit embarrassing me. Evangeline, I’m sorry, this is my loud-mouthed and extremely-nosey baby sister.” I jerked my head back, indicating I was talking about Annabelle.
I had no idea my sister had walked away from me until I heard her voice from a few feet away. “Now, that ...I have never seen you do before!”
What now? I turned to my sister with a fierce glare in place. “Quit it!”
But the brat thought it was funny. She threw her head back and laughed her usually-cute laugh, but right this moment it was making my blood boil.
“You must have used some incredible bait to catch this fish, Evangeline. He’s never bothered introducing me to any of his women before, and I have never seen him blush this much in my life!”
Oh, I am going to kill her later! “Just get out of here, will you!” I growled, stepping toward her and pushing her away with a little force. She slapped my hands away but took the hint and made her way toward the revolving doors.
“Err…I’m sorry about that,” I tried to say casually but there was an awkwardness in my tone. At least looking back at Evangeline and seeing she’d gone completely red in the face made my little embarrassing moment seem like nothing. Wait, why was she blushing? “Well, I need to get going. It’s an important day and it’s not something I want to be late for,” I said, trying to break the awkward tension in the air. What is happening to me?
“Yeah, me, too,” she replied with a smile. Then suddenly she frowned. “Except I will be if someone doesn’t turn up in the next two minutes.”
“Do you mean your ‘boyfriend’ from that night?” guessing that was who she was referring to.
She frowned again while I smiled. “Ha, ha,” she said, rolling her eyes. “For the record, he’s my best friend, but if you must know then, yes, that’s who.”
“I thought it was him,” I muttered. I remembered the familiar-looking dark guy I saw hugging two men out front of an apartment as the elevator stopped on their floor. “He and some guy were saying goodbye to another man―”
Her hands flew to her ears and her eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t even want to know.”
I let out a laugh. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around some time then? Perhaps at the Inferno club again?”
“Yeah, perhaps,” she answered unconvincingly.
I studied her for a moment, deliberating on whether it was a good idea to ask her for her number or not. After all, I didn’t want to seem too eager, and asking for girls’ numbers wasn’t my style. Get over yourself; you’ll regret not doing it! It took me a moment to make up my mind. In the end, I decided on saying, “I’ll see you around, Evangeline,” then turned around and walked away before I could make an ass of myself. Too late, Annabelle already did that. Wait, what am I doing? Ask her for her damn number!
I looked back over my shoulder with the intention of scoring her number but seeing her standing there, looking so innocent and sexy, had me completely lost for words. As soon as our eyes connected, all I could think about was the little black dress on the floor of my bedroom. And before I looked like a fool, I said, “Oh, and by the way, you look
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