Chapter Four: Scott
What the fuck was wrong with me? I was getting a hard-on for my sister’s best friend. It was completely ridiculous to pull her out of the club, but after seeing that asshole putting his hands all over her, I had to do something. When I saw it was Peyton, I got even more protective. I was always that way when it came to her.
Why didn’t I think it was her? I mean, she was Julie’s best friend, but the woman in my car was not the girl I remember seeing only a few years ago. Peyton had grown into a woman, a woman who had me sitting awkwardly as I drove to my place.
“I’ll give you the address,” she said.
“Too late, Peyton,” I said. “Once I’ve made up my mind, there’s no changing it.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Have you ever known me to be a jokester?” I asked and stared at her before turning back to the road.
She quieted but continued to look at me. Hell, she was gorgeous. Maybe having her alone at my place wasn’t a good idea, but I certainly wasn’t leaving her alone. Not after she almost passed out. Hadn’t she learned her lesson when it came to drinking?
She sighed and sat back in her seat. I could see out my peripheral she was still annoyed, but it didn’t make her any less attractive.
“You better have something to eat,” she said. “I didn’t get to have dinner tonight.”
“Damn it, Peyton. No wonder you were dizzy. You can’t drink on an empty stomach.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she huffed. “You still never answered my question.”
“Which question was that?” I asked, turning onto my apartment street. At least I wasn’t far from the club. It was one of the reasons I’d told Max I’d go to the place since it was on my way home.
“Why were you at Neon Nights?” she asked.
“Max forgot to put Julie on the VIP list, so he sent me to fix it.”
“You mean you’re the reason they let us in?”
I shrugged. “Indirectly, I guess so. It’s more Max’s doing though.”
“Good because I thought Julie was going to get us arrested.” She laughed, and I couldn’t help but join in with her.
My sister did have the history of getting into the worse situations because of her hot temper.
“She did have her kill face on, didn’t she?” I said.
“Yeah. She wanted me to hold her purse.” Peyton giggled even more until the sound filled the space between us.
It was nice to hear her laugh. The sound reminded me of one of the many things I liked about her.
I turned into the high rise entrance and keyed in my passcode for the garage.
“You live here?” she asked, looking out the window.
“Something wrong?” I asked, driving to my designated spot.
“It’s swanky. I just never pictured you living in a place like this.”
“How have you imagined me?” I asked putting the truck in park. I was happy it gave me a chance to look at her.
When Peyton blushed, her whole body took on the color and made her sexier than any woman I’d ever seen. She was bushing like crazy, and I had the best view of it.
“I don’t know,” she said, avoiding my gaze.
I got out and opened her door. “Let’s get some food in you.”
I took her hand on instinct and was glad she didn’t pull away. We were quiet as we rode up in the elevator, but her hand stayed in mine. Her body was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from her.
It took everything in me not to push the emergency button and kiss her right there. Her sweet smell invaded my senses, and all I wanted to do was consume myself with Peyton.
After opening the door to my place, I finally let her hand go. “Make yourself at home.”
Some boxes were still unpacked in the living room, but everything else was in order. I kept my eyes on her as she walked in and looked around. It wasn’t the penthouse, but it was still a big loft area with vaulted ceilings and tall windows looking out over downtown Los Angeles.
The furniture was a brown leather sofa with two matching chairs on each end. A big, flat screen television sat in front of it inside the entertainment center. The oak dining room set was closer to the window with four seats at the table. Plenty of open space was around each, making it seem bigger than it was.
“So what do you think?” I asked.
She casually ran her hand over the leather sofa. I immediately pictured that same hand gliding over my chest and abs until it went lower. Then the image switched to me bending her over that sofa. I wondered how she would look with that luscious ass up in the air ready for me to take her from behind.
“I like it,” she said, pulling me out of my fantasy. “It’s so you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said and made my way to the kitchen.
“Oh, it is,” she said.
I was proud of the large chef kitchen, which was one of the main reasons I got the place. It had everything I needed for cooking.
I motioned for her to sit on one of the bar stools as I pulled out trays of fruit and some mini sandwiches I’d made earlier. All of it was set in a fancy presentation since I’d plated them to take pictures. The fruit was formed in the shape of animals with grapes and cherries substituting for eyes and slices of bananas for ears. The sandwiches consisted of different types of bread with various fillings in a circular design on the plate. Each one had a spicy kick to them, which was my signature cooking style.
“You made this?” she asked.
“Why do you seem so surprised?” I asked
“I just didn’t know you did...this.” She motioned to the food in front of her.
“It’s for my portfolio,” I said. “I went to culinary school before I enlisted. Now that I’m back, I figured it was time to put the degree to use and get a civilian job.”
“It looks amazing.”
“Here. Try this.” I held one of the small sandwiches up for her. She hesitated but soon leaned forward to take a bite. Her lips brushed against my fingers, and my cock jumped.
“Mmm,” she moaned and chewed. “That’s really good.”
My eyes stayed on her lips, and I wondered what they would taste like.
I smiled. “You haven’t tried anything yet.”