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panties practically fell off. We were rich, but come on…
    “There’s already some furniture in there, so you won’t have to move much stuff from your other house,” Marie interjected, giving me a warm smile. “And I’m sure you remember where the upstairs bathroom is? You and Sophie can share that.”
    Great.
    “Is this really okay with Sophie, though?” I asked in a last ditch attempt to get out of it.
    Dad and Marie looked expectantly at Sophie, and she blushed. “Um. Sure, I’d love to have you,” she said. “Err, have you stay here, I mean.”
    The flustered expression on her face instantly made me rock hard.
    “Okay,” I said, knowing by the look in my Dad’s eyes that I didn’t have a choice in the matter anyway.
    He looked satisfied at my response. “Good. Well, why don’t you two go upstairs? Sophie can show you where the spare room is in case you’ve forgotten. After all, it must be…seven or eight years since you were last here?”
    “Eight.”
    “Yes, well, have fun,” he said, dismissing us with a wave of his hand. Typical. He’d been here all of half an hour, and he was already taking over and ordering us around like it was his house.
    Sophie stood up and walked towards the stairs without so much as a word to me, and I followed her. She walked down the hall and stopped outside a door before turning back to face me.
    “This is the spare bedroom,” she said, tapping on the door.
    “Uh-huh,” I replied. “And where’s your bedroom? That’s the one I’m most interested in getting into.”
    I already knew where her room was. I just wanted to screw with her.
    “Don’t be a dick,” she said.
    I affected an innocent expression. “What makes you think I’m being a dick, Tatiana ?”
    “Stop calling me that,” she hissed. “God, I can’t believe how you turned out. You used to be so nice.”
    I grinned. “I’m still nice.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re arrogant, and I can’t stand arrogant people.”
    “Hmm, let’s see…last night you approached me with the very clear expectation that I’d automatically want to take you home and fuck you. Yet I’m the arrogant one here?”
    Sophie didn’t reply for a moment, and my grin grew wider.
    She wasn’t exactly wrong in what she’d said, though. I knew I was kinda arrogant, but at least I had the goods to back it up. No longer was I the skinny ten-year old kid who got teased and bullied at school. It was amazing what a few years and a regular strength training workout plan could do. I was still young, but according to one of my most recent lays, I was already a man in the way that mattered the most. I’d been told that I was the kind of guy that women held up as some sort of benchmark that other guys could never reach. The kind of guy who made them feel like they’d been sleeping with boys until they met me. The kind of guy they conjured up in their minds when they lay in bed late at night with their purple Rabbit vibrators.
    However, flattering as it was to hear, I wouldn’t really give a shit if that all changed overnight. So I was good in the sack, so fucking what? There had to be more to life than that. To be fair, it helped my rep a lot to have people saying that kinda stuff about me, so I could hardly complain.
    “Whatever. Look, let’s just get this straight right now. We used to be friends, but a lot has changed since then. We’re both different people now,” she finally said, her dark eyes flashing with irritation.
    I very obviously gazed at her cleavage. “You got that right. You definitely never used to have those. ”
    She crossed her arms, but that only served to push her tits higher. “Grow up. Anyway, as I was saying before you interrupted, we used to be friends but we’re not anymore. So let’s just try to stay out of each other’s way for the next few months.”
    “Fine. You know, ‘bitch’ really isn’t a good color on you.”
    She glared daggers at me but didn’t seem to have a comeback, and