Chapter 142

“I... uh…”

Angela’s question takes me by surprised and I’m off-guard.

“I mean…”

Angela watches with anticipation. I expect outrage, but instead she seems more excited than anything, to learn the truth.

“No, we haven’t… had sex.” Sort of. Mostly. “But…”

“You want to,” Angela says, filling in the blanks for me. “And he does, too.”

“How do you know that?” I ask.

Angela shrugs. “You are his type.”

I frown. Isn’t Beau’s type a woman with a pulse?

Either way, it’s nice to have Angela’s understanding and not her judgement.

“Honestly, I don’t blame you one bit. You are attractive and in a home filled with four attractive brothers. It would make sense for them to be hot for you and you hot for them. I’d be more surprised if nothing happened.”

“It’s not like that…” I start to say, but I fall short. I really can’t defend myself. Fact is, she’s not wrong. I’ve definitely been attracted to all the brothers at one point or another, and now I’ve had intimacy with 3 out of 4. “Oh my Gods,” I whisper as I come to the realization. Am I the problem? Am I too horny for my own good?

I put my elbows on the table and bury my face into my hands. What must Angela think? That I’m some kind of whore? She knows I was hooking up with Neil, and now knows I’m thinking about Beau?

“Listen, there’s no shame in it,” Angela says. “I can’t speak for the others, but I can recommend Beau for a good fuck.”

Under my hands, my cheeks burn. I can’t believe she’s saying all this. I appreciate her being supportive, but this is too much!

“He’s phenomenal in bed. An incredibly generous lover.” Angela hums like she’s remembering a fond memory. “He’ll give you multiple orgasms in one night. It’s like a point of pride for him.”

“Angela,” I groan. I hope to Gods that no one nearby is listening to this conversation. Although, with how many people Neil’s slept with, it’s possible they already know.

I’m ready to start hitting my head on the table.

“But,” Angela says, suddenly serious.

I peek at her through my fingers.

“You must never forget that he is a grade-A asshole who, outside of the bedroom, will never care about anyone but himself,” Angela says. “Have your fun, but never forget that’s all it is.”

I lower my hands. “I know how Beau is.”

“Don’t forget it,” Angela says. “If he so much as detects a hint of feelings from his lovers, he throws them aside in an instant.”

Commitment issues. I’m not exactly shocked by that knowledge.

“So, take advantage of this,” Angela says. “Enjoy the hell out of the ride he gives you. But remember that’s all it is.”

“I won’t forget,” I say. After starting to catch feelings with Archer and then Neil, and having them both burn me down, I wasn’t about to make the same mistake three times in a row, especially with a known philanderer.

If we even decided to have more intimacy.

“It might not matter,” I say. “Beau and I haven’t even had the friends with benefits talk yet. He might not be into it.”

Angela looks at me a beat, and then she laughs loud and hard. This time, people from the other tables do glance over.

When she’s done, she wipes a tear from her eyes. “Oh, Chloe. You are too funny.”

I worry my bottom lip with my teeth. “You think he might be into it?” I don’t want to suggest it if he might say no. Gods, I don’t know how I would live through that embarrassment.

Angela startles. “You weren’t kidding? Of course, he’d be into it. Every time he’s in the same room as you, he’s checking out your ass.”

“No, he doesn’t…” I think back to how he stared openly at my breasts. He really has no shame. Maybe her words are not so unbelievable after all.

Angela smiles like she knows something I don’t. “When you get together, tell him you want him to do the swirl. Trust me.”

The… swirl?

Do I even want to know?

I pretend I don’t. “Yeah, sure,” I laugh, and we continue on with dinner, blessedly changing the subject. But the thought stays with me for a good long while.

What the hell is the swirl?

When I return back to the Pyramid, I’m bound and determined not to think about Beau or his tongue or the swirl, whatever that is. Yet, I’m in my room approximately two seconds before the door swings open and Beau himself saunters in. He walks straight to my bed and throws himself down on it.

He stretches out, languid as a cat. His shirt rides up, revealing the flat flesh of his abdomen. I don’t think about licking it.

Instead, I turn away and busy with my dresser. I open the drawer, pull out a folded shirt, shake it out, and refold it. Sure, the clothes here are already folded, but one can never be too careful. Especially when I’m trying to distract myself.

“What are you doing?” Beau asks.

“Laundry,” I say. It’s close enough.

“It looks like you are avoiding me.”

“I’m not.” A lie. I’m avoiding him and I’m not even doing a good job of it.

I need to do something else. Something real. Ah! Angela and I had an early dinner, so it’s still light enough for me to get a jog in.

I grab a pair of leggings and a sports bra and head into the bathroom to change. When I come out, Beau is still on my bed. His eyes trail down my body. I wish I’d grabbed a tank top too. As it is, I’m just wearing a sports bra.

Beau stares openly at my breasts again. It’s fucking hot, but I roll my eyes and head for the door.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“For a jog.”

He jumps from the bed and follows me into the hallway. “I could use some exercise. Especially if I get to watch your tits bounce in that top.”

Blood rushes to my face. “Don’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?” he asks. “You seem to enjoy it. And I know I do.”

I stop on my heel and swivel to face him. “Don’t you have other things to do?”

He stops too close to me. He tilts his head to one side as he considers me. “No. Not really.”

“So you just plan on following me around?”

He shrugs. “I’m bored. You provide decent entertainment.”

“I’m not entertainment,” I say.

He just looks at me. He doesn’t try to take it back. Asshole.

“Why bother with me anyway? So you’re bored. There are a hundred different women just outside that door who would love for you to bother them. One glance and they’d come running. A second glance, and they’d drop their panties and bend over.”

Beau’s smile adds teeth. “Where’s the fun in that? Sometimes a guy likes a challenge.”

“I’m not a challenge for you,” I say. “I’m not anything.”

He drags his gaze down the length of my body and then slowly back up. He takes his time, shamelessly admiring each of my curves and valleys.

“Oh, you are something alright, Nanny.”