Chapter 14
ROWAN
Song- Specter, Bad Omens
I’m like a deer in fucking headlights. Dick in one hand, heart pounding, steam curling off my skin.
Neither of us says a word. My shower rock concert is officially over.
Her green eyes pin me in place. Then she clears her throat, and something in me snaps back into motion. My brother’s fiancée is breathtaking.
“Do I get a standing ovation?” I ask, shutting off the water and snatching my towel from the rail.
I wrap it low around my hips, shake out my hair, and step toward her, dripping onto the tiles.
She blinks at me, then starts clapping. Really fucking loudly.
“I didn’t have you down as a rockstar,” she teases.
Oh. Fuck.
She doesn’t know who I am.
I scratch the back of my head, buying time. Her eyes drag down the length of my body as she bites her lip, and my cock betrays me, hardening under the towel.
“My brother isn’t. But me? I love a good song,” I manage.
She arches a brow. I can almost hear the cogs turning in her head. “Sorry? What?”
I extend my hand. “I’m your brother-in-law.”
Her gaze drops, jaw nearly hitting the floor. “Twins?”
“Yeah. I’m the funny one.”
She shakes my hand, and the second her fingers touch mine, a jolt goes through me. I squeeze tighter than I should.
“That makes sense,” she says.
“How do you mean?” I tilt my head.
Those tiny shorts and tank top aren’t hiding a damn thing. Reggie’s got a goddess in his house, and he’s playing it cool. He must be crazy.
“The décor downstairs,” she explains, the naughty British accent doing things to me it shouldn’t.
“The color, you mean?” I chuckle.
“Yeah.” She blushes.
She releases my hand, smiling. “Well, I’m Bella. I’m sure you know.”
I bow as best I can in a towel, and she playfully smacks my chest.
“Your name, rockstar?”
“Rowan.”
She nods. “I—um—I’m sorry I barged in here. I thought Reggie had another house to avoid me.”
I step closer, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent clinging to her skin.
“My brother would be damn stupid to ignore you,” I tell her quietly. “He’s a grump till you get to know him. Give him some time.”
“Hmm. I don’t think he likes me much.” She taps her chin.
I can tell it bothers her—Reggie’s frost. But that’s just him. He doesn’t do it out of malice. It’s all he knows.
“Trust me, Bella. You’d know if he didn’t,” I say, tone dropping lower.
She gives me a sweet smile. “I maybe didn’t leave the best first impression,” she murmurs.
My eyes go wide. “Yeah. I heard it was quite the experience.” I wink.
I need to stop flirting. But I can’t fucking help myself. And in my defense, she’s the one eating me up with her eyes.
I need to divert this conversation, fast. Reggie won’t be happy. This isn’t one of our arrangements. This is going to be his wife. I can’t mess this up.
“Have you had breakfast?” I blurt.
Am I broken?
She tilts her head. “No. Just coffee. Wait. Do you have caramel syrup?”
I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah, I got all of them. I’ve got a real bad sweet tooth.”
She smiles so wide I go giddy. Abort mission.
“Thank fuck. I’m dying for a caramel latte, Rowan.”
“Let me get changed, and I’ll make us one. And some eggs?”
“Sounds good.” She steps back toward the door.
“I’ll go downstairs?” she asks, and there’s a flicker of nerves in her voice.
“Make yourself at home, sis,” I say automatically.
Her eyes flick across the room at that word.
Sis. What the fuck is wrong with me?
She all but runs out, and I stand there dripping, staring at the door, feeling like smashing my head against the tile.
It’s just breakfast.
She’s seen my cock.
Now I have to explain this to Reggie.