"I'm guessing this is yours?" Rob was holding up a lacy thong on his index finger.
Oh my God."Of course it's mine." I grabbed my thong out of his hand.
"I didn't realize how kinky my brother was."
"He's not. We were just...doing laundry."Doing laundry? What the hell?
"Laundry?" He laughed. "Your clothes didn't make it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Kinky girls are the best. How about a drink, Penny?"
"I'm good." I was still holding my glass of cherry coke.
"At least let me add to that for you."
"I probably shouldn't."
"What, because you're 20? Trust me, James had his fair share of drinks before he was 21." He walked behind the bar and opened up the small fridge. He popped the top off a beer and took a sip. "Besides, you can't tell me that a hot college chick who fucks her professor and plays strip pool doesn't also drink?" He grabbed a bottle of vodka off the shelf. "You seem to like breaking the rules." He held up the bottle and raised his left eyebrow. Just like James always did when he was challenging me.
"You don't have much of a filter, do you?"
He laughed. "Give me your glass."
I walked over to him and put my glass down on the bar. He poured way more than a shot of vodka into it.
"Cheers," he said and lifted up his glass.
"Cheers." I knocked mine against his and took a sip. I could barely taste the soda.
"So is this going to get me in trouble?" he asked.
I laughed. "No, I don't think so. Sometimes it's hard to tell what will set James off though."
"Yeah, tell me about it. He actually seems more relaxed than I've seen him in a long time. You must be good in bed."
What the fuck?He really didn't have a filter. I couldn't tell whether he was flirting with me or just completely messing with me. I laughed awkwardly.
He looked over at the clothes all over the room again. "But seriously, please tell me you have some single friends. Preferably ones who are super kinky and blush as much as you."
"I'm not sure any of my friends could handle you."
"What? I'm a nice guy. I'm just messing with you because you're dating my brother. That's what little brothers do. Are you an only child or something?"
"Yes."
"Then I guess you wouldn't understand."
Was that really what little brothers did? That sounded awful. I had always wished for a sibling. Maybe I was better off without one. "I guess not. But I don't think little brothers are supposed to flirt with their older brother's girlfriends."
"I'm not flirting with you. Okay, sorry, maybe I was a little. But usually said girlfriends aren't closer to the little brother's age and super, super hot. I've been in Costa Rica for six months. It's been a long time since I've gotten laid by an American college student."
I rolled my eyes at him.
"How serious are you guys anyway?"
"He quit his job for me. He asked me to move in."He asked me to marry him an hour ago.
"Right, right. So back to your friends then..." He leaned on the bar. "Or if you have a twin or something. Oh fuck, now I'm going to have dreams about threesomes. You're killing me!"
"With me and James? That's pretty weird..."
