SaxonBy: Chantal Fernando
“Can you please wear some different jeans? I can almost see your ass crack,” Ryder complains as he sits at the table, mouth tight with disapproval.
“These are your girlfriend’s jeans,” I point out, raising an eyebrow. I had somehow managed to squeeze into them—they must be like the jeans from that travelling pants movie. “And trust me, no other man is complaining.”
“That’s the point,” he grumbles, biting into the cake Layla baked him. I had offered to deliver it to Ryder’s house, but not just because I was a nice person and loved my cousin.
The truth was, I had an ulterior motive and wanted to sweeten him up, so to speak.
“How’s the cake?” I ask him, leaning my elbows on the kitchen countertop.
“Fuckin’ amazing,” he says around another mouthful.
“Good,” I reply, thrumming my black painted fingernails on the table.
He puts the slice of cake down and narrows his eyes on me. “You want something don’t you?”
I gasp, acting affronted. “Can’t a girl just drop by and visit her favourite cousin?”
I put my hand over my chest dramatically and pout my lips.
Ryder flashes me a crooked grin in response. “What is it you want, Tee?”
“You mean besides your soul?” I reply in a creepy tone.
“Yes, besides that. My first born kid maybe?”
I scrunch my nose. “I don’t like kids that much—you know that.”
He stares at me and waits for me to speak, an amused look on his face.
“When you go on tour, can I borrow your car?” I ask, batting my eyelashes at him.
He stills. “You want to drive my car?”
“My brand new Aston Martin Vanquish…”
He starts laughing. “No way in hell, you’re a crazy driver.”
My jaw drops. “I’m still a good driver though! I’ve never had a crash.”
Knock on wood.
Well there was that one time… but he doesn’t know about that.
He raises his eyebrows. “Really? What about that time in Scotland when you…”
“Oh my god! I can’t believe Lexi told you that! What happened to hoes before bros?” I grumble.
“Did you just call my woman a hoe?” he asks through laughter, pulling out his phone—probably to message Lexi. I roll my eyes and purse my lips, deciding it’s enough with the nice act.
I take out my phone and send him a picture message. He opens it, and his eyes widen.
“Oh I would,” I reply, unable to stop my smug grin.
He shakes his head, eyes twinkling. “Resorting to blackmail huh?”
“I’m a lawyer, it’s what we do,” I reply, tucking my hair behind my ears.
Ryder frowns. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what lawyers are meant to do.”
“Hey, I don’t tell you how to do your job…”
“Does that mean I get to drive your car?” I ask him. I’ve wanted it ever since I saw it. I even named him ‘beast’.
“I’ll be good to beast I promise!” I blurt out.
“My car is female!” he argues.
We stare at each other and then burst out laughing.
“What about your car?” he asks.
“My car is fine. I just want to drive yours,” I pout.
“Fine, you can drive her while I’m on tour, but if anything happens to her…”
And if it did I’ll just blame it on Lexi. He wouldn’t get mad at her for anything.
“Why can’t I ever say no to you girls?” he grumbles, cutting another slice of cake.
“Because you love us.”