8. Mila #2
“Nonno has other plans now.” Parker sighed.
“Look, I can’t say much more. I’ve already said too much.
Just make sure you’re careful with your money from here on out.
I can’t be giving you advances on anything, okay?
If you’re in trouble, let me know.” His eyes peered into mine with concern.
“Are you about to get evicted or anything?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Nothing like that.” I thought about all my bills coming due. I was worried, but I didn’t want to worry Parker. He already seemed like he had enough on his plate.
“Good.” He leaned over and ruffled my hair. “I’m not that flush with cash right now myself. After buying the house and the Beemer.”
“Yeah, I understand,” I said and bit on my lower lip.
I saw Ryker staring at me from the corner of the room, and I felt embarrassed.
And slightly ashamed. I wondered how he felt knowing that our family business wasn’t doing well, and that we were on the way to the poorhouse while he was the son of a billionaire.
I wondered if it made him feel uncomfortable, like we were going to ask him for money if things went badly?
“Want any breakfast, Mila?” Ryker asked, and Parker huffed.
What was his problem? I glanced at Parker to see what he was annoyed at now, but his attention was focused on the kitchen entrance.
I followed his line of sight, and my stomach sank as I saw that it was Barbie who had caught his attention and not Lara.
Barbie sauntered into the kitchen in a white tank top, with no bra, and short black gym shorts that were practically just underwear.
“Why, hello.” Parker grinned as he walked toward Barbie. “I’m Parker. Are you Mila’s friend?”
“Mila Kunis is here?” Barbie’s eyes lit up as she gave Parker a demure smile.
“Who?” Parker asked, confused, and I wanted to laugh.
“Mila Kunis,” Barbie said in a Russian accent, and I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“Sorry, what?” Parker looked at me. “Did you change your name, Mila?”
“What do you think?” I said. “Barbie has a memory problem. Along with other problems.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow at me and then looked back at Barbie. “What problems? Any way I can help you?” He moved closer to her; his eyes homing in on her nipples. Trust me to have a brother who was a pervert.
“I don’t have any problems,” Barbie said.
“Other than being too sexy,” Parker said, and she laughed, her face preening up at him. “I have that problem too, so I know.”
“Are you frigging kidding me?” I said loudly and looked over at Ryker. “Ryker is the one who brought Barbie this weekend. They’re dating.”
“Practically engaged,” Barbie said in a sweet voice, and Ryker laughed as he stared at me.
“Not even close to engaged,” he said as he walked toward me and glared at Barbie.
“Ugh, I need a massage.” Barbie stretched her arms and pushed her breasts out. “Anyone up for providing me with some release? I brought some aromatherapy oils with me.”
“Not me,” I spoke up first. I hated calling other girls whores and sluts, but, man, Barbie was a slut.
“Sure, I’ll help you out.” Parker nodded. “We have some loungers out back. You can lie face down, and I’ll get to work, or we can do it on a bed.”
“Maybe a bed,” Barbie said with a small smile. “I don’t want to accidentally flash anyone.” She paused and looked at me. “I like to get my massages topless. Feels so freeing.”
“I’m going to the lake.” I looked at Parker and then at Ryker, ignoring Barbie.
It seemed to me that she was deliberately trying to flaunt herself in front of me.
I knew she wanted to get a rise out of me, but I bet she had no clue how close I was to slapping her and screaming.
And I have never slapped anyone before in my life. “Lara and I need to relax.”
“Well, make sure relaxing is all you do.” Parker turned to me. “No online shopping and spending money you don’t have,” he scolded.
“Yeah, Mila, time to stop the shopping,” Ryker said, his eyes laughing at me.
“Ryker, I swear I’m going to go off!” I had no idea why he thought any of this was funny. It was far, far from funny. “You tell plastic lady and my brother to stay away from the lake for the next couple of hours, please.” I pursed my lips, and he nodded, a solemn look on his face.
“What about me?” he asked, his brown eyes sparkling.
“What about you?”
“Can I come to the lake as well?” He licked his lips.
“No,” I said abruptly and turned away, feeling pissy.
I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Ryker teasing and confusing me.
The morning had already gotten off to a bad start, and I was still confused about what had happened the previous evening.
I still wanted to know why he’d watched me walking to my room and just stood there.
I’d had an awful time getting to sleep. I’d been up half the night debating putting on my negligee and going to find him and offering myself to him, just to see how he would respond.
My skin had been tingling all night, and when I’d finally fallen asleep, my dreams were filled with Ryker’s smile and his strong arms pinning me against a wall, holding me up as he fucked me hard.
“I wanted to show Parker my new bikini,” Lara whined as we settled into two lounge chairs next to the lake. The sun felt warm on my skin, and I closed my eyes as I listened to her complain that I’d dragged her from the room to the lake without her getting to flirt with Parker.
“He was all up in Barbie’s silicone,” I mumbled as I settled into the lounger and flexed my toes. “He didn’t deserve your presence this morning.”
“I can’t believe she wore a white T-shirt and no bra. Who does that? Next thing she’ll be suggesting a wet T-shirt competition.” Lara sounded annoyed.
“You know you’d enter.” I laughed as I turned my head toward her and opened an eye to look at her.
“By the way, just in case you didn’t know, you look hot in that bikini,” I said honestly.
The crisp white material of the bikini complemented her honey complexion, and her long black hair hung past her shoulders and down her back, straight and frizz-free.
“It’s so weird seeing you without your curls,” I said as I reached out and touched her hair. “I miss pulling your ringlets.”
“As soon as I hit the water, I’ll be curly again.” She laughed, her eyes crinkling. “Your face is looking red,” she said as she peered down at me. “I think we should put on some sunscreen before we get burned.”
“Yeah.” I nodded and sat up. “Do you have any?” I asked sheepishly. “I forgot to bring some.”
“You were too focused on your sexy underwear,” she joked.
“You know it.” I sighed. “Not that it matters. Ryker is driving me crazy. I don’t know what he’s thinking or feeling. And I don’t think I have the nerve to make a move on him.”
“Just do it.” Lara pulled out her sunscreen. “Get on your front. I’ll do your back first.”
“Just do it. Yeah, right. You know how hard that is. I don’t want to be rejected.”
“It’s obvious that he has the hots for you,” Lara said. “The way he looks at you and teases you, and didn’t you say he asked you to skinny-dip last night? Who does that? None of my guy friends have ever asked me to skinny-dip.”
“He’s Parker’s best friend. I bet he feels like he’s my brother.” I sighed.
“Trust me. Your brother and any guy who felt like he was your brother would not want to skinny-dip with you.” She laughed, and I yelped as she put the cold lotion on my back and started rubbing. “Unless he was that freaky guy from that book.”
“What book?”
“Flowers in the Attic,” she said. “I saw the movie on Lifetime and, whoa.”
“Whoa, what?”
“She hooked up with her brother. And not step-brother, either.”
“Ew, that’s gross,” I said into my towel as she rubbed the lotion into my shoulders. “Do my lower back as well, please.”
“You want me to unhook your bikini?”
“Sure,” I said and then laughed. “This is the most action I’ll be getting all weekend.”
“Ha ha, that’s sad.” She groaned. “It’s just our luck that the same ditzy bitch is after both of our men.”
“I know,” I said, feeling sorry for myself. “Screw you, Barbie,” I shouted into the wind and then lowered my voice, just in case someone could hear me.
“So, you really think Parker was into her?”
I could tell from her tone that she was hurt.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I wanted to be the positive friend.
I wanted to tell her to go for him. I wanted to tell her that any man would be happy to have her.
I truly wanted to tell her that. I believed it as well.
She was great, but I also knew Parker. And he was a player.
And he liked blondes with big boobs. And he didn’t care who knew.
Or got hurt. And I knew that he would probably spend a night with Lara if she really pushed it.
But I also knew that it would only be a night.
If he were really interested in her, I felt like he wouldn’t even be entertaining Barbie.
He wouldn’t be giving her a naked massage on her bed.
“Do you think they’re going to have a threesome?” Lara asked.
“Who?” I said, then nearly rolled over and remembered my bikini top was undone. “Who?” I repeated louder.
“Parker, Ryker, and Barbie,” she said, her voice low.
“What?” I whisper-shouted, and she sighed loudly.
“Don’t ‘what’ me. You can’t be that shocked. Let’s be real. Parker is a player. We both know that. I’m not blind and dumb. And Ryker, well, I’m sure Ryker is a player too and an undercover freak.”
“He’s not an undercover freak! Why would you say that?” My voice was indignant, but I knew exactly what she was going to say.
“Come on, Mila. Remember when we found that horse whip and those handcuffs in his backpack when he was visiting you guys that summer?” she said. Her tone sounded as freaked out and excited as it had that day when we’d been nosing around in Parker’s room and looked through both guys’ stuff.
“I guess,” I said, my legs tingling, remembering seeing those fuzzy handcuffs.