Chapter 66

With his arm raised up over the door, his size dominating mine, I step back a few paces. I can smell a tinge of alcohol permeating from his body, and his singlet is hanging loosely giving me a glimpse of the beefy chest that used to get me hot and bothered. Correction, the beefy chest that still gets me hot and bothered.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a shaky breath, my heart pounding at the way he is looking at me. Something tells me he's not here for a friendly and well-mannered chat.

"May I come in?" Is all he says, but the antagonism in his tone is clear.

"Aren't you supposed to be making sure my brother is getting a lap dance or something? Actually, don't tell me," I tease, smiling nervously.

He remains deadpan. "Are you going to let me in or not?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I turn around and keep the door open and I hear him walk in, closing it behind him. He probably wants to ask something about Hansley, some advice I can give perhaps.