Page 6 of Break Me

“So fire equals firefighters and the need for water to put out the flames. From a fire hydrant, dude. She had every right to break your windows.”

“I was standing right there. She could have asked me to move my Baby Blue.” Yeah, that’s what I called my car. My Porsche was my baby, a Carrera in Lugano Blue. I’d waited fourteen weeks for her arrival from the factory.

“Did she ask you to? Not that she should have needed to do that.” When I didn’t answer, he burst into laughter. “She did ask you. What did you do, tell her no or just ignore her?”

“I was busy with Petros.”

“While there was a fire. I think you need to check your priorities, bro.”

Of course he was right. I’d known someone was talking to me, but at first, I’d drowned her out. Then when I’d gotten a good look at her face, I’d lost all ability to think clearly. That wasn’t like me in the least.

“She pissed me off.”

“Did you get her number because I can tell by your reaction how much you like this girl.”

I threw back half the scotch, appreciating the slight burn down the back of my throat. “Fuck, no. She was annoying, treating me like an arrogant bastard.”

“Maybe because you acted like one.”

“Fuck you.”

He burst into laughter for the second time before thumping down in one of my office chairs. “Confess to your brother. You thought she was hot.”

Now I had to laugh. Kazimir had a way of yanking back the covers, exposing what I was really thinking. I moved to my chair, sitting down and throwing back my head as I swiveled back and forth.

“What’s not to like about a woman in uniform? I mean, holy shit. I could just make out her breasts. A perfect fit for my hands. She was so feisty in how she handled the situation that I was impressed. She’s got this long, very dark hair and a golden kiss to her skin with the largest deep green eyes I’ve ever seen. They were mesmerizing. You know what I mean. Like you could drown in the shimmering pools and not worry about dying because it would feel damn good when you went.”

He coughed into his hand.

I barely heard him.

“Plus, she has this mouth,” I said as I rolled the rim of the glass across my bottom lip. “Caustic. That’s the word. I can imagine what she’d say to me if she was really angry with me.” Or writhing underneath me. Screaming out my name.

Begging me for more.

“She’d need to get to know you for that. All of five seconds.”

I shot him my middle finger and closed my eyes, immediately able to grab an image of her in my mind. “Her lips were just the most voluptuous. Kissable lips.”

“Did you just say kissable?”

“Fuck off. And yes, because they are. Anyway, I can also tell she’s a mouthy handful and if there hadn’t been a fire across the street, I would have tossed her across my knees and given her one hell of a spanking.”

“Oh, so you did notice the raging fire.”

“Like I said. Fuck off.”

He adored teasing me. The entire fucking family did. Even my sister.

“You know what’s interesting,” Kazimir said as if he was concentrating.

“Do I really want to know?’

“Maybe. Maybe not, but I’m going to tell you. You haven’t mentioned a woman in months. Maybe longer. Usually, you simply say some shit like she’s a nice piece of ass. Nothing more. I know you made a promise to yourself to never fall in love, but it’s not too bad. Not too bad at all.”

I popped open one eye, rolling my head so I could look at his face. I knew it. He had that same lovesick puppy dog look he had whenever he thought about Marissa, the love of his life. The only woman who’d managed to calm his ass down.

“Don’t even go there, brother,” I told him. “And she is a nice piece of ass. However, I didn’t get her name, so it doesn’t freaking matter.”