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the same dark hair and crystal blue eyes, but somehow Alex just had a more polished look about her. It wasn’t that Alex was prettier, per se. Lia was a knock-out. Alex just knew it. She carried herself without a pinch of self doubt.
    She just fucking sparkled.
    But still, seeing her standing outside my front door looking like sex on a stick, I couldn’t help but think about Lia.
    I felt guilty for inviting her sister into my apartment. I felt even guiltier for letting my eyes drift down the length of her body with a lustful hunger.
    And I hated myself for all of it.
    Lia doesn’t give a shit about you , I reminded myself.
    She used you to make Grayson jealous. She thinks of you as nothing more than a player. She won’t ever take you seriously.
    So why should I care?
    I shouldn’t.
    I offered Alex a drink. I had water and whisky. Typical. She opted for the whisky. I poured us two glasses, handed her one, and took a seat on the sofa. She swallowed a long, slow swig before plopping down next to me.
    She was close.
    Too close for a woman who’s engaged to someone else. The proximity sent shivers up my legs, electrifying my groin. Her bare leg rested against mine and she didn’t even bother to move it.
    She looked distressed. A scowl contorted her deliciously pink mouth. A single worry wrinkle etched across her forehead.
    I wasn’t a fool, though.
    I had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing.
    The pouting. The leg touching. The slow pouring of whisky down her open throat.
    And it was working. My body was on fire for her.
    God, I was easy.
    “So um…” I cleared my throat. “What’s up?”
    She shook her head, taking another sip of her drink. “It’s Grayson. I think he’s losing interest in me.”
    And she’s telling me this why ???
    I nodded as though I were sincerely engrossed—which I wasn’t.
    “Really? What makes you think that?” I took a sip of my drink.
    “He won’t fuck me anymore.”
    The whisky combined with her brash words burned my throat and I coughed violently.  “Excuse me?”
    I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Her gaze was too penetrating right now. Too searching. Too hungry.
    So instead I looked at her leg. The one touching mine. The hem of her dress had risen up another few inches and I wondered if she’d done that on purpose when I wasn’t looking.
    “It’s true!” she insisted, her voice warm and breathy near my ear. “It’s my body. He hates it.”
    I coughed again and took another sip. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
    And then she was in front of me. Kneeling down on the floor between my legs.
    Yes, between my fucking legs.
    I had no choice but to look at her then. No choice but to gaze into those endless blue eyes of hers. The ones I’m sure she’d used to seduce countless men. Break countless hearts. Harden countless cocks.
    But then again, who was I to judge?
    My eyes were my weapon of choice, too.
    And then in a demure voice, she asked, “Do you think I’m sexy?”
    Jesus fucking Christ.
    “Uh…” I was speechless. For the first time in my life a woman had rendered me utterly speechless.
    “I mean,” she went on. “Would you want to fuck me? Because I used to think that I was totally fuckable. And now, I’m just not sure. Grayson has completely messed with my head. He used to want to fuck me all the time and now, I don’t know. He just...doesn’t.”
    She placed her hands on my knees, leaning into me. She looked so sad. So lost. She was genuinely full of pain. And the sincerity of her expression surprised me.
    It shifted something inside of me.
    “I-I-I…” I stammered, taking another sip of my whisky. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You are totally…um…fuckable.”
    Then suddenly her mouth was on me. Her body was descending. I was shoved back onto the couch, as her tongue searched for mine. I fell to my back and she was on top of me in an instant. Her beautiful, perky breasts squished up against my chest. I could