Ramon finally releases me so I can hug Sabrina in greeting. “I’ve heard a lot about you and the antics the two of you used to get up to so it’s good to finally put a face to the name,” I say pulling away.
Sabrina is about five months late at arriving back in the States due to the sudden death of her father. Lily had mentioned that Sabrina hadn’t really gotten along with him, but he was her father whom she missed and had stayed to help her mother tie up loose ends.
It has been eight years since they’ve seen each other in person, although they’ve kept in touch via email and more recently Skype. Lily has admitted she’s missed her best friend even though she has gained so many people in her life.
“Oh Sebastian,” Lily says, looking directly behind me just before I feel him slip his arm around my waist as he moves in and shakes Sabrina’s hand.
What is he doing? I‘m practically in his arms. My right breast is pushing into his chest as he holds me tight. Surely he’ll be able to feel my aroused nipples through our clothes and know what he does to me. His arm around me feels like a vice; it also feels right. I reach out to steady myself by grabbing his arm, which brings me even closer.
“It’s nice to meet you Sabrina.” Sebastian has his sexy grin plastered on his face, but I can see how tight he’s holding his jaw. He wraps his fist in the back of my dress bringing me even closer before he abruptly lets me go and turns walking straight out of the room leaving me stunned.
I look around to see if anyone noticed what just happened between us, but everyone is busy talking, apart from Pippa who’s watching me from across the room with a thoughtful expression. It’s anyone’s guess what she’s thinking considering I’m living with one of her sons, but can’t seem to stay away from another. She must have seen my reaction to him.
Chapter 4
Sebastian
Fuck fuck! How the fuck can she be dating my brother when she always reacts to me? I need my head examined, but, for now, a shot of whiskey won’t go a miss.
“Sebastian, where are you sneaking off to?”
Turning, I watch my dad walk towards me with a grin on his face. He looks good for sixty-four without any of that middle age spread me and my brothers used to tease him about on numerous occasions.
“I need a drink,” I reply with my father standing in front of me. He has the knack of always seeing through my brothers and me so I decide it’s best not to meet his eyes. I also avoid running my fingers through my hair in a nervous gesture.
“Hmm. A bit early. Instead of a drink, go let George in.” My dad points towards the porch in time for us to watch George and Janet reach the door.
“Okay.”
I can hear the laughter going on in the living room as I sigh with relief when my father retreats, which leaves me to do his bidding.
Plastering a smile on my face, I take the few short strides to the door to greet George. George is like family and no matter how many times he’s been told to just walk in, he refuses, but that probably has more to do with him walking in at Michael and Lily’s place and getting a look at more than he bargained for.
Chuckling, I open the door. “George, Janet…and Sylvia.” I frown looking for Sylvia’s car. “No car?”
“In the garage so Janet gave me a lift as she was coming from the city.” Sylvia gives me a flirty smile and moves forward, stopping abruptly as she gives me a strange look. “Um, Sebastian, you planning on letting us in?” Sylvia grins with her purple stained lips. I’m still in the doorway like a brick wall. What the hell’s wrong with me today?
“Sorry.” I step back and follow them through to the living room and, yeah I notice my brother, Ramon’s reaction when he spots Sylvia. What the fuck? My eyes widen in surprise. How can he look at Sylvia like that when he’s with Carla?
Reaching up, I rub at my temples as I can feel a tension headache hovering, just waiting for a gap to push through and become a full-blown migraine.
It’s frustrating as hell, not knowing what’s going on with Ramon and Carla and I’m seconds away from grabbing Carla by the hand and declaring she’s mine.
Ramon can’t keep his eyes off Sylvia, who does actually look different. Her blonde hair is swept up from her face with some loose bits around her face, but it’s more her clothes. Apart from Lily and Michael’s wedding when she’d worn the sexy bridesmaid dress, which she’d nearly fallen out of, her clothes aren’t usually revealing. Well that isn’t the case today. Today she has on a fitted dress, which shows all her curves, the front dipping low between her breasts.
“Sebastian, please stop ogling the guests,” mom comments slipping her arm around my waist.
“I’m not–” I pause mid-denial when my mom raises an eyebrow. “Okay, so I was. She looks different.”
“More desirable?”