Page 33 of Drive

“So, you want to tell me why you’re bringing him breakfast?”

“Because Mother taught us not to waste food?”

Paige rolled her eyes. “Yesterday you hated him.”

“Today I’m feeding him. I’ll be right back.”

Her complex was huge, made up of at least a dozen buildings, and Reid’s door was way too far to deliver a hot plate with a healthy dose of freshly cooked eggs, diced potatoes, and peppers. Even in the early morning sun, I regretted wearing a black shirt.

It took me three excruciating minutes of knocking to get him to open the door. When he did, my breath was stolen by the mussed-up version of Reid Crowne.

Fuck me.

It was the second time I’d seen him in his boxer briefs. It was the first time I wanted to rid him of them. Reid eyed the plate and then my ruby-red-lipped-tongue-out Stones T-shirt, which was ironic because at that moment that tongue represented my state of mind. I was drooling like a horny teenager.

No, Stella, no.

“Good morning,” I chimed as I ducked under his arm and made my way into his kitchen. “Today we are serving eggs and papas.”

“Stella, you’ve gotta go.”

“Rude much? I cooked for half an hour to provide you this ass-kissing breakfast.”

Reid crossed his arms. “It’s appreciated, really, but I’m not alone.”

I felt the sharp nudge in my chest and ignored it. I wasn’t interested in Reid Crowne, only what he could do for me.

Liar.

“Is she showering you off?” I asked while I listened for running water.

“Does it matter? Out.” He moved toward the door. I lapped him and stood in front of it.

“Okay, so, I need you to let me start hanging with you. I need you to show me around a little, introduce me to club owners when you do gigs, okay? I’ll return the favor with favors.”

Reid opened the door behind me, and I slammed it shut with my blue-jean-short-clad ass.

His nostrils flared. “This isn’t cute. I don’t want her to see you.”

“I’ll leave in fifteen seconds. Just say yes.”

“No,” he said as he gripped my arm and pulled me close so he could open the door. With our breath mixing and his fingers on my skin, I saw a flash in his eyes. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Reid, who’s here?”

I peeked over to see the girl from the picture next to his mattress in the flesh. Except this girl had a fresh, jagged scar across her forehead.

“Hi, I’m Stella.” I waved awkwardly. “I was just bringing the man some breakfast. Paige’s orders.”

“I’m Lia, and you’re the little sister.”

I was beginning to hate the title. But what little sister didn’t?

“That’s me.”

“Reid, unhand her and get the hell out of the way.” He let me go, and I walked into the kitchen to get a better view. She was in one of his T-shirts, and I had no doubt she was missing underwear, but she was well covered.

Her long, blonde hair was slicked back and wet, and she didn’t have a stitch of makeup on. But her big blue eyes were startling and her coloring was perfect. She was the quintessential blonde but had a sort of edge to her beauty. Beautiful in her simplicity with sharper features, bigger eyes. Long, dark eyelashes fluttered over her cheeks as she unearthed my offering and grabbed a fork from the drawer next to Reid’s stove.