Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 17

Chapter 17: You Own A Sex Club?

Brianna

“Huh?” I stupidly muttered, Callan's presence was anticipated.

Instead of repeating himself, he walked to a cabinet and popped it open.

“Your brother said you would complain if you didn't have snacks.” he moved away so I could see some of my favorite things already waiting for me. I smiled at the thought of my brother remembering.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, waiting for him to move so I could reach for something but he didn't.

He stood just in front of the counter and looked at me. Was he waiting for me to ask him to move? Does he want me near him while I try to reach for the snacks? Has he thought about our exchange when I watched him jerk off, or has he already forgotten that completely? I licked my lips at the thought of his eyes seeming to narrow in on my lips. I know I have nice lips, I have been told many times.

“Umm, can I…” I trailed off, figuring he understood that I was asking him to move.

“Help yourself,” his deep sexy voice muttered but his body didn't move.

Is he challenging me? We stood a few feet apart just looking at one another for a second and I knew I was blushing. My heart was racing but I decided to go closer to the counter to reach the snacks cabinet he was in front of. The action put us very close, the closest we have been. His cologne could be smelt from here and it was as intoxicating as he is. Dark suit, dark hair and dark aura, he was trouble for me. He was too manly, too handsome, and those tattoos made him a shade darker than just some men with model looks. It gave him an edge and it also made him dangerous.

My shoulder brushed against his arm when I went up on my toes to grab a pack of plantain chips and just as quickly, I moved away and all he did was glance at the momentary contact before leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. Because of his height, he seemed to be looking down on me with those crossed arms and I swallowed hard at his stare. He pinned me to his kitchen floor with that look.

He was a glorious sight in front of me, his sharp jaw and broad muscular shoulders made him look slightly more serious than his otherwise blank expression. His stance was one of leisure, though his gaze pinned me in place in front of him and I froze with chips in my hand. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I was so nervous right now, what is he thinking? It drove me crazy that I could never tell. I don't know what the hell my mind was thinking, but I think all his silence short-circuited my brain so I ended up spewing something out, these things I had been wondering about all day today.

“You own a sex club?” I blurted before my own eyes went wide and I quietly shut my mouth.

He removed his arms from their crossed position and with one inked hand, he rubbed down his dark stubble before placing his hands beside him on the counter. It flexed the muscles in his arms deliciously and broadened his shoulders.

“I do,” that was all he said.

I was an idiot because I didn't know what else to do or say. I spun on my heel, ready to bolt but his next words stuck to me like glue and stopped me in place again.

“You would probably enjoy yourself, you seem to like to watch.” He said and he was referring to that incident.

I didn't turn to face him because I knew it was beast red but I also couldn't run out of the kitchen. I was oddly frozen.

“I am s..sorry about that.” My voice came out as a whisper.

His eyes burned my flesh from behind me and I didn't have to see it to know. We were half a kitchen away from each other but I could feel him all over me.

“If you don't mind watching, I don't mind being watched.” He almost knocked me off my feet with his response, and my breathing picked up a little.

“Turn around, Brianna.” He ordered, his authority was evident but I couldn't do it.

“I can't,” I said softly.

“Why not?” He asked, although his tone didn't sound very affected at all.

“I am embarrassed.” My voice came out weakly.

I heard him stand to his full height from where he had been leaning against the counter. He took a few necessary steps to close the gap between us. He wasn't touching me at all but I could feel his body heat behind me and I could smell his warm cologne. He was so close and he brought trembling in my hand, I just hope he didn't notice. He tortures me with his silence, he moved to be directly behind me. So why is he not saying anything? I could feel his eyes on me, what is he thinking right now? My heart stopped when I felt just the tips of his fingers brushing my hair behind my ear. He let his fingers glide down the length of my hair before his hand disappeared again.

“You shouldn't be.” His voice was so low and rough.

It sent goosebumps across my flesh where his breath had touched me. Before I could say a word, he walked right past me and left my back chilled from the loss of his closeness. He didn't look back either, his tall suited frame continued out of the kitchen before he disappeared upstairs. I remained frozen where I was. What was that? What did it mean? That was insanely attractive. Did he like that I watched him? He mostly said he did when he told me he doesn't mind being watched. That definitely means he has participated in his club before and it made me feel weird inside. I don't know why.

Was he flirting with me or mocking me? Did he find it amusing that I was shy and embarrassed about it? Why did he feel the need to touch me even in the most innocent way? He has to know, even something as simple as feeling my hair left my body on fire for him. I need to remind myself that this is my brother's best friend. Even if he wasn't, he was so out of my league, I have no business thinking about him in the way that I am. I need to stay away from this man, he makes my mind hazy and my heart crazy.