Sweet Alibi by Adriane Leigh Read Free Book Online

my belly clenched.
    “Out ― both of you.” The haze cleared from my brain and I shot a glare at Silas who was perched on my bed.
    “Don't play modest, Georgia,” Silas admonished. I stared daggers back at him before pulling out a pair of panties.
    “Turn around.” I whirled my finger to mimic the motion of turning as I cast a stern glare at Silas.
    “Nothing I haven't seen before, love.”
    “Well, you ― you need to turn.” I glared at Tristan and repeated the motion. He arched a mischievous eyebrow before his full lips turned down in a pout. God, that pout. It caused my nerves to crackle and spark.
    “Turn,” I repeated. He smiled briefly then turned around dutifully. Jesus, maybe this was worse. My eyes zeroed in on his ass covered in the light blue denim. They hung off his hips in a way that hinted at the delicious body underneath. I bit my lip and stared before Silas, clearing his throat, interrupted my inner monologue.
    I turned back to Silas and widened my eyes. His eyebrows rose to heights I wouldn't have thought possible. I stuck my tongue out at him before pulling panties and then shorts up my legs. “Okay.”
    Tristan turned back around and his eyes flicked down my denim-covered thighs to bare legs. I rolled my eyes at him before another chuckle escaped his throat.
    “I asked Silas if he wanted to go sailing with us ― ”
    “And I said no way in hell are you getting me on a boat.”
    “Silas,” I pouted.
    “Seasick, love. I’ll be ruined the rest of the day.” He shrugged and started typing on his phone. I huffed an exasperated sigh and willed him to look up at me so I could shoot silent daggers at him. He couldn't leave me alone with Tristan. I couldn't be trusted with the Greek god standing casually in my doorway.
    Wait, did I just say that?
    I meant he can't be trusted. Obviously he was a flirt. I hated the way he had my stomach doing cartwheels with one glance. 
    “Sorry, love.” Silas mumbled without looking up. “Have fun, though.” He continued to text.
    “Are you still up for it or are you chickening out?” Tristan arched a playful eyebrow from the doorway.
    “Chickening out? Never.” I narrowed my eyes. I had a problem with turning down a challenge ― I didn’t. Ever.
    “Great, I’ll be waiting.” And with that he sauntered out of sight. My eyes hovered on the spot he'd just occupied. Did that really just happen? Did I really just sign up to go sailing alone with Tristan?
    “Thanks a lot, ass.” I kicked Silas' leg to get his attention.
    “What?” He looked up at me, confused.
    “I didn't want to go alone with him,” I whispered so Tristan wouldn't overhear us.
    “Why not? He's delicious.” He grinned at me.
    “Exactly,” I mumbled.
    “Oh, Georgia’s got a crush,” he taunted.
    “Do not.” I unwrapped the towel from my head and threw it at him.
    Oh. My. God.
    I’d had a towel on my head while Tristan was in here. So embarrassing.
    Wait, why do I care?
    I needed to not care.
    “So you just want to get in his pants then? Even better. I would hit that too.” He sighed and his eyes flitted to the door where Tristan had been.
    “You're a whore.” A snort escaped my throat before I turned and shuffled through the closet for a shirt to wear.
    Apparently I was going sailing with Tristan.
    * * *

    TRISTAN HAD SAILED to Wilmington from Jacksonville and was without a car so we took mine to the marina. He introduced me to his boat, Sweet Alibi .
    “What’s with the name?” I asked.
    “Umm…” He crinkled his nose in the most adorable way before raising his head to look up at the sails, as if searching for the right words. “I guess you could say the boat’s been my alibi on more than a few occasions.” He lowered his gaze to me and a small smile appeared on his lips.
    “Oh.” My eyes widened in shock. Apparently Tristan was more than just a ladies’ man, he’d been in some trouble with the law too.
    “No, nothing like that,” he laughed.