Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 23

KATY’S POV

Right on cue, Allie barges in, her arms stacked with clothes. She dumps them dramatically on my bed, gives me a sly smirk, and disappears again before I can say a word.

My mouth falls open. “No. Nope. Absolutely not.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Braydon asks, already picking through the pile. He holds up a black top and raises an eyebrow. It’s open–back, and he smirks when he sees the look on my face. “You’ll look really sexy in this, Peach.”

My stomach flips and heat crawls up my neck. I snap myself out of it and shake my head. “I can’t wear that.”

He tilts his head, still holding the top between his fingers. “Why not?”

“It’s… it’s an open back.”

“And?” His tone makes it sound like that’s not even a reason.

I rub my forehead, trying to figure out how to say it without blushing. “Because I need a bra under that, and I’m not about to have half of Cadston seeing my underwear or nipples.”

His eyes flick down my cleavage, slow enough for me to feel it and my heart thuds so hard it’s almost audible. I fold my arms tighter across my chest.

“You don’t have to wear a bra,” he says finally, stepping a little closer.

I step back. “Yes, I do. I’m not sure you can-”

“I can see perfectly well,” he cuts in smoothly, his smirk deepening. “You’ve got great titties, Peach.

This time, I physically feel my intestines jump inside me.

“You’ll be with me the whole night anyway,” he adds.

“An..and how exactly does that-” I start, but he’s already in front of me.

His fingers graze my jaw and tilt my chin up until I’m staring right at him. “I’ll be this close to you the whole time,” he murmurs. “If anyone wants to see those titties, they’ll have to go through me first.”

Goosebumps race over my skin, and my cunt actually tingles. Seriously, what’s wrong with me? Just a few days ago I told him straight up he doesn’t make my stomach flutter. Now he’s got other parts of me trembling.

I snatch the top from his hand and step aside, needing space. “Fine. I’ll go with it. Turn around so I can change.”

He smirks but obeys, spinning around with his hands raised like he’s under arrest. “Not looking. Totally being a gentleman.”

“Yeah, right,” I mutter, glaring at his broad back. He’s definitely smirking.

I peel my shirt off fast, then freeze halfway. What if he’s listening for the rustle? My eyes narrow.

“Are you… smiling?” I ask suspiciously.

“I can’t smile now?” His voice is muffled, but I can hear the laugh hiding in it. “Kinda hard not to when I know you’re freaking out back there.”

“I’m not freaking out,” I hiss, yanking the top over my head. My hair gets caught in the fabric, and I let out a muffled groan. “Ugh, why is this so hard?”

“Need help?” he offers instantly, and I swear I can hear the smirk.

“Don’t you dare turn around,” I warn.

He chuckles under his breath. “Relax, Peach. I’m just saying, I could make it easier.”

I finally wrestle the top down, my bra straps awkwardly poking through. With a sigh, I reach behind me, unclip it, and tug it out one sleeve. My cheeks flame hotter.

When I’m finally done, I clear my throat. “Okay. You can turn around now.”

“Sure?”

“Yes.” I answer.

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