Page 77 of My Fiancé's Brother
“She is probably riddled with disease. No,” he said with finality.
My mouth dropped open. “Matt.”
“She’s going back to wherever she came from,” he said. “Was there any Thai left over?”
“She isn’t,” I said, doing nothing to disguise the stubborn tone of my voice.
Matt rubbed his forehead. “I can’t even deal with this. You have no idea what kind of day I had. Is there any food?”
“In the fridge.”
“Can you help me heat it up?”
I turned back to Chloe. “I can help you later. I'm not finished here.”
Matt stood there for a long moment, and then the door slammed shut.
I avoided looking at Jackson.
We finished bathing Chloe, but this time, I made sure I didn’t touch Jackson. I wrapped Chloe in a big fluffy white towel while Jackson stood up in the tub. His wet jeans clung to his legs. Waterstreamed off his chest. Our eyes met as he stepped over the edge of the tub.
I swallowed hard. I cuddled Chloe to my chest. “I'll clean your bathroom.”
“You want to talk about it?”
My lips parted, but I refused to look up at him. “About what?”
“About the fact that I can’t seem to keep my hands off you and you don’t seem to mind one bit?”
I licked my lips, unable to meet his eyes. “No.”
He stepped a bit closer to me. I stared into Chloe’s wet face unable to look up.
“Jackson.”
“Let me know when you're ready to talk about it.”
My whole body trembled. I was wet and cold, but that wasn’t what was making me shake like a leaf. “I should go change.”
I turned and fumbled with the door, and escaped to my bedroom. I rubbed Chloe with the towel until she wasn’t dripping anymore. My mind raced. What had he meant when he said that he couldn’t keep his hands off of me? Was he trying to tell me that he wanted to kiss me?
I buried my face into Chloe’s wet body, as I remembered how his stomach had felt against the back of my hand. I had practically molested him while he bathed my dog.
I looked at the ceiling. I had no idea what to think. This whole situation felt insane. I questioned why so many women were running head first towards the man. Didn’t any of them see how truly terrifying he was?
I needed to go downstairs and deal with Matt and his crabby mood. Why did he hate dogs so much? He just needed to see how cute Chloe was and he would instantly change his mind. I changed into dry clothes and wrapped a new, dry towel around Chloe before I carefully carried her down the stairs.
CHAPTER 26
I tuckeda damp Chloe with a blanket onto the couch. Matt scowled while he ate leftover Thai food.
“How are you?” I walked into the kitchen.
He ignored me, reading something on his phone.
“Chloe's a cute dog. You're going to fall in love with her,” I turned on the espresso machine.
Nothing. I looked over my shoulder at him. “Matt?”
