One Weekend (7 page)

Yeah, she hated this guy. So very, very much.

She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t remember what he’d said. He smiled, a one-sided curve of sensual lips that was loaded with all sorts of meaning.

Sexual I-know-just-how-to-make-you-lose-your-mind meaning.

―Nice outfit,‖ he drawled, his gaze locked on her breasts. ―Love the bra especially.‖

―I’m sure.‖ She stood tall, though she wanted to cover herself. Or bare herself completely.

Take your pick.

―Kind of different from your usual look,‖ he continued. She glanced at him sharply, surprised that he’d even noticed. ―Not that I don’t mind this particular outfit. You remind me of the librarian we had when I was in grade school. She was pretty. Hot. Young. I’d go in there and pretend to study after school just so I could sneak looks at her, maybe even talk to her.‖

Scarlett couldn’t imagine Trevor Braxton as a child. He’d probably been a handsome little devil full of deviousness. Tricks and trouble and mischief—she could only surmise the torture he’d put his parents through.

―I’m sure you stood out. Someone like you hanging out in a library every day.‖

Trevor’s dark brows drew together, his expression confused. ―Someone like me? What do you mean by that?‖

―Well, look at you.‖ She waved a hand at him, wondered if maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut. ―I’m sure you’ve never studied a day in your life. You got by on your good looks alone.‖

He laughed, the sound warm and…how could this be? Inviting?

She really wanted to hate this man. But he made it hard. And that drove her nuts.

―I was a big nerd in school,‖ he admitted once he quit laughing. ―Dressed bad, funny looking, wore glasses, had braces. The works.‖

―I don’t believe you.‖

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