Brother's Best Friend for Christmas: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  “That’s an odd question,” I said. “Of course, he’s real. He’s one of the premier lawyers on this side of Malibu.”

  “Olivia, calm down. I was just kidding.”

  “Looked pretty damn serious to be kidding,” I said as I sat up straight.

  “Consider it a bit of payback for ignoring my worried calls and text messages.”

  “You’re such a dick,” I said, smiling.

  “Well, some things have to stay the same.”

  “You weren’t a dick in high school, Wes,” I said.

  “But you thought I was a cheater,” he said.

  “It was hard not to believe the gossip of dozens of girls, especially when you passed notes and shit to them during class. I was a self-conscious sixteen-year-old girl with my first boyfriend. Forgive me if I was a little lost on the protocol for the popular girls telling me my hot-ass boyfriend was kissing them.”

  “Hot-ass boyfriend, huh?” he asked. “What, uh, do you think of me now?”

  I watched him lean forward as his face slowly approached mine. I could feel the pulsing of his warm breath upon my lips, and for a second, I paused. This was it. The moment where I would either be the professional I needed to be or the weak little woman who caved to the presence of my high school sweetheart. I could either show him the door, or I could pull him onto my body and have my way with him.

  And then, I caved. I closed the distance and connected my lips with his before he melded into me. Wesley’s hand came up to cup the back of my head while his tongue slid across my lips, and I was all too eager to let him in. Shivers ran up his spine while I smoothed my hands up his muscular thighs, but a loud crash came from the cabana, and it ripped me back into reality.

  “I can’t do this,” I whispered.

  “What was that, beautiful?”

  I pressed my hands upon Wesley’s chest and pushed his body back from mine. I smoothed my hands over my outfit before standing to my feet, but before I could move, I felt a pressure around my wrist.

  “Olivia, don’t go,” he urged.

  “I can’t do this again, Wes,” I said.

  “I’m not the man I was in high school.”

  Obviously not.

  “I know,” I whispered. Pulling my hand from his grasp, I stormed of the back room. My legs carried me as fast as I could run to my car while my mind buzzed with thoughts I couldn’t stop. Why was he doing this? Why did he have to rob those women? Why couldn’t I have just turned Destiny over to another PI? It wasn’t like me to take on cases where I knew people personally. Why had I accepted it from Destiny?

  I ripped my car door open and climbed in before I sped off. My hands were trembling around the steering wheel while my tits coursed with unusable electricity. The brewing tears I’d felt for days finally poured down my face, and for the second time that week, I looked in my rearview mirror and saw Wesley jogging behind my car.

  How many times did I have to leave him behind before he got the hint?

  Please don’t get the hint.

  Chapter 19

  Wesley

  I had no idea what to do. When I watched Olivia peel herself from me and go running for her car, I couldn’t help but go after her. I wanted to grab her arm and whip her around. I wanted to beg her to bring down the wall she’d thrown up between us. I wanted to tell her that the professional part of this was done. I’d file the paperwork Monday, and it would all be finished. I saw her throw herself into her car as I ran up behind her, and I watched her pull away quickly as I stood there watching her leave.

  For the second time that week.

  I couldn’t get Olivia off my mind. I wanted more from her. More than just what her body did to me. I wanted to know everything about her. Everything that was the same and everything that had changed. I wanted to know if her favorite color was still purple, or if her favorite place to visit was still the Wyoming countryside. I wanted to know if she still had dreams to see an opera in Germany, and if her favorite food was still extra cheese pizza. I wanted to cuddle with her on my couch and feel the way her body melted into me as we talked about high school.

  Olivia had blossomed into an amazing woman. She was successful, headstrong, confident, and assertive. All those things were new about her, but I never once doubted that she possessed those qualities. I knew she would grow into something substantial. Something meaningful. Something beautiful.

  It was why I’d left her back in high school. I hadn’t wanted to hold her back from what she was truly destined to become.

  But now, she was more guarded. In high school, Olivia had been open. With everyone. She told anyone who would listen her life story, and if she could’ve invited them all over for dinner, she would have. Her warm openness was something that drew me to her in the first place. I knew she would accept me for the broken boy I was, despite having a mother who drank more than she did anything else. I knew Olivia understood what it was like to have an absent father like I did, and I felt like I’d found a kindred spirit with her.

  However, she was guarded now, and that was different for me. I didn’t know how to bust down those walls of hers. I didn’t know how to get her to drop her defenses and simply let me in. The physical wasn’t an issue. The two of us were salacious magnets drawn to one another. But getting her to emotionally open up wasn’t something I’d accomplished over dinner. Even with the banter and the laughter at my jokes, that wall still glimmered behind her eyes.

  That wall would cause me to have a hard time keeping up with her, and that was simply unacceptable.

  Part of me was frustrated. If she didn’t want to open up, then there was nothing I could do about that. I could find any woman in Malibu who would want to sleep with me and keep me company. I could find any woman who would want to tell me their life story and allow me a glimpse into their worlds. Hell, I didn’t have to become another person to find shit like that. That type of shit strolled in with the desperate, lonely women who practically threw themselves at me at the bar. But I didn’t want any of them.

  What I wanted was her. I wanted her to open up. I wanted her to let me in. I wanted her to take my hand and allow me entrance into her world. I had adored it in high school. Reveled in every single second of it. I knew it would be no different now. I’d continue to savor her world while pleasuring her body. I’d hold her through the hard days before distracting her with my tongue. I’d walk her through any part of her life she was willing to give to me, but there was nothing I could do if she didn’t want to let me in.

  And that frustrated me even more.

  “Chad, we gotta talk,” I said.

  “Oh, no,” Chad said. “Are we breaking up already? And we were having so much fun.”

  “Dude, this is serious,” I said.

  “Jack and Coke serious or virgin Strawberry Daiquiri serious?”

  “Is a virgin anything ever serious?” I asked.

  “It is if you get to be the first,” Chad said, winking

  “Jack and Coke serious. Make it three shots.”

  “Oh shit, dude,” he said. “What happened? Your house burn down?”

  “It’s about Olivia.”

  “Something go wrong with the paperwork?” he asked. “By the way, this is still part of your break. You’ve got eight minutes.”

  “Didn’t you just see her run out a few seconds ago?” I asked.

  “No, because I’m working and don’t have time for your soap opera right now. Give me the SparkNotes version.”

  “We’ve been having a great time, right?” I said. “The sex is fantastic, and the banter keeps me on my toes. She’s exactly the way I remembered her from high school, only more confident and with so many more curves.”

  “Can’t complain about confidence and curves,” Chad said. “Continue.”

  “I brought her over to my house Wednesday night for dinner.”

  “I remember you telling me about that. How’d it go?”

  “It went great,” I said. “She came over, even though t
he paperwork wasn’t finished yet, and I cooked her dinner.”

  “Wait. You cooked for her? Like, actual food?”

  “Yes, Chad,” I said. “Believe it or not, I don’t live off prepackaged dinners like you do.”

  “Not my fault my fiancé doesn’t cook,” Chad said. “The compromises we make for love.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I hear you. Anyway, I took her out to the beach, and we had phenomenal sex, right? I mean, just electrifying. She initiated just as much as I did, and by the time our bodies were shaking and breathing heavily, we still wanted more.”

  “Sounds like that shit Laura and I did in the beginning,” he said, smiling wistfully. “What happened?”

  “She made a hasty excuse and left,” I said. “Just picked up her clothes, threw them on as she was headed to her car, and by the time I got dressed and caught up with her, I was watching her taillights fly down the road away from my house.”

  “That’s rough. You sure you didn’t do something wrong? Stick your foot in your mouth? Poke her in the wrong hole? Anything like that?”

  “I know how to wield my cock, unlike you,” I said. “You pull that shit all the time with Laura, hoping she’ll let you in that backdoor sometime.”

  “I do not,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “She just gets really slippery sometimes.”

  “Well, that was more than I needed to know about Laura.”

  “And yet, here you are indulging me in the nasty whims you’re having with Olivia,” Chad said. “Your Jack and Coke.”

  “Took you long enough,” I said. “No tip for you.”

  “Honestly? I’m surprised to hear about an actual woman.”

  “What the hell does that mean?” I asked. “I’m with actual women all the time.”

  “No, you’re with older women whose hearts you trample on while you take them for a spin. Now, you’ve got yourself a woman who’s more your age and type, and it seems as if she’s taking you on a little spin yourself. How are you liking a dose of that medicine you usually dole out, Fox?”

  “You’re such a dick,” I said. “I’m coming to you because I have no idea what to do about all this shit, and you’re mocking me.”

  “Oh, come on. Lighten up. You haven’t actually given me an issue yet.”

  “She won’t let me in, Chad,” I said.

  “Sounds like she’s let you in plenty of times.”

  “I don’t mean physically,” I said. “Emotionally. Mentally. What should I do?”

  “That’s something you actually want from her?” he asked.

  “Chad—”

  “No. I’m serious. Women like Olivia don’t just let men in. They scope them out for a while. From the look of her, I’d say she’s a pretty cooped up person. She might be some hotshot real estate whatever, but she probably stays in her office a bunch. She strikes me as the type to not intentionally create emotional relationships with others, which means you’re gonna have a tough time getting her to open up to you. You gotta make sure you want it before you fight for it, because if you fight and you get it and then realize you don’t want it, the only thing you’re doing is reinforcing her worldview.”

  “I didn’t think of it like that,” I said.

  “I know you didn’t,” he said. “It’s why I’m telling you now. When do you think you’ll see her next?”

  “I don’t know. She took off as I was kissing her in the backroom, so I’m not sure if she wants to see me again. Especially since I’ve got the paperwork from her.”

  “Wait,” he said, shaking his head with a mock look of disapproval. “You kissed in my fucking back room? Dude. That’s nasty.”

  “Not as nasty as the time I walked in on Laura straddling your lap, half fucking naked back there.”

  “And holy shit, how good it felt.” Chad smiled.

  “So. What should I do?”

  “Well, you’ve got two minutes before you gotta clock back in, so throw that drink back and listen.”

  I gulped down the rest of my drink and grimaced before Chad took it from my hand. My boss tossed the plastic cup into a trash can, ice flying everywhere before I reached over the register and clocked myself back in so I could work.

  “All right, I’m listening,” I said.

  “Give her time,” he said. “If she buzzed off, that means she’s thinking too much. And she’ll continue to think too much over the course of the next couple of days. At least give her until tomorrow evening. Then call her. Don’t text her. Make her know you want to hear her voice. If she picks up, maybe ask her to just meet up and talk. Somewhere she feels safe. Uncompromised. Then talk with her. No pretext for sex. No sexy snacks you feed her. Nothing. Just sit and talk.”

  “I can do that,” I said. “But what if she doesn’t pick up my call?”

  “Then, give it another day and try again. But only one call at a time. If you bombard her, you’re gonna freak her out. One phone call lets her know you want to talk to her, but at the same time, you respect her space if she doesn’t.”

  “See, this is why I go for the older women,” I said. “They don’t play these complicated games and shit.”

  “They do when they’re falling in love with someone,” Chad said.

  “She’s not falling in love with me,” I said. “That’s crap.”

  “Who said I was talking about her?”

  “I’m not falling in love with Olivia,” I said.

  “For someone who’s only fucking around, you sure are hellbent on getting past her walls. Now, get your ass back around here and work. You’re still on for another three hours.”

  I went back behind the bar and thought about everything Chad had said to me. I could wait until tomorrow evening to give her a call, but I sure as hell wasn’t willing to admit how I felt about Olivia. How could I be in love with some woman who wouldn’t even let me in? I didn’t fall in love. I didn’t allow women to have the upper hand like that. And I sure as hell wouldn’t give that upper hand to a woman who knew so much about me.

  About my life. About my past.

  “I’m not in love with her,” I murmured to himself.

  “Then perk on up, pretty boy,” Chad said behind me. “You got a nice woman staring at you over there in the corner.”

  But even though I kept telling myself I wasn’t in love, the moment my eyes connected with the woman in the corner, I began to clock all the things about her that weren’t like Olivia.

  Which I did the rest of the night with every woman who approached me at the bar.

  Chapter 20

  Olivia

  I decided to take a drive into Los Angeles to see Destiny in person. She was traveling while her son was still in school, and she was ecstatic when I told her I’d meet her for lunch. Destiny was ready to talk about all the recent information I had found on Wesley, but the entire time, I was dreading the meeting.

  It was easier for me to keep up my ruse with Destiny over the phone, but keeping it up in person meant I would also have to control my facial expressions. That meant sitting with a straight face while Destiny shat on a man I wasn’t only coming to enjoy, but also to care for.

  I pulled into the restaurant Destiny had told me to come to. I took a few deep breaths before I grabbed my purse, but as I opened my door, I saw Destiny standing there. The woman wrapped her arms tightly around me before she started bouncing up and down, and then she took my hand and started pulling me into the restaurant.

  “Come on,” she said. “I’ve already got us a table. We’ve got so much to talk about.”

  I allowed Destiny to drag me through the restaurant until we sat down at a table in the corner. Destiny had already ordered us both a glass of white wine, and I flagged down the waitress and asked her for a glass of water as well.

  “Do the two of you want to start with an appetizer?” the waitress asked.

  “A small portion of fried thief served on a piping hot plate that’ll sizzle it right into hell,” Destiny said.

  The waitress gave her a
strange look as I sighed and closed my eyes. Already, this lunch was off to a bad start, but if this was the tone Destiny was setting for the meeting, I wasn’t sure I could keep up the act. Part of me wanted to tell Destiny everything. About how Wesley wasn’t the terrible person he seemed. About how I could get her the money he stole without sending him to jail. About how I knew I could talk him out of this lifestyle he’d somehow gotten himself into.

  “An order of mozzarella sticks would be lovely,” I said.

  “A glass of water and mozza sticks coming up,” the waitress said.

  “Did you like that joke?” Destiny asked, smiling. “Oh, I thought it was too funny. So, what’s that little fucker up to now?”

  Fucking me, if you really want to know.

  “Right now, he’s just laying low,” I said instead. “I delivered those fake real estate documents to him Friday. I also went over to his house Wednesday to scope out the place a bit.”

  “He tried to put the moves on you, didn’t he?” she asked. “That fucking pig. I hope you kept your wallet and shit in the car.”