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    “My sister is pissed because I made a deal with her to clean my room at the clubhouse and do my laundry for some babysitting time. She underestimated how much of a slob I am,” he grins, and takes a seat on the bed next to me.  
    Part of me is glad that she was just his sister, but the other part is nervous that I even care. I shouldn’t. He’s just going to get me out of this mess, and then leave. I try to stop my brain from overreacting, but it’s no use. I’m already picturing what he looks like completely naked.

Chapter Five

    Judging by the way her eyes are eating me up right now, I can only assume that she’s thinking about one thing. Turning towards her, I move the hair off her neck, and I test her boundaries. I never said I was a fucking gentleman, and if I’m stuck in a room with her for however long, I sure as hell won’t be able to bring a whore in here with me.  
    When I lean closer to her, I hear her breathing hitch, and her eyes are focused on my lips. As much as sleeping with her would be a fucking stupid idea, I can’t seem to get my dick on the same page. My dick twitches at the thought of even getting her naked. Before I can seal our mouths together, I pull back, and get up off the bed.  
    Judging by the look on her face when I look at her again, it wasn’t what she was hoping for. Walking into the bathroom, I turn the water on, and lean against the sink. Looking into the mirror I can see the exhaustion setting in. Turning the water off, I look down in the sink. I don’t even notice that she’s in the room with me, until I feel her hands slide down my sides, and land on my hips.  
    Looking up into the mirror, I see her looking right at me. “I’m no good for you.”  
    She looks down for a second, before she looks back up at me. “I’m not asking for good.” I turn around, and her hands go back to where they were.  
    “Then what are you asking for Sailor?” I reach forward, and move the hair out of her face. She leans into my touch, and I wait for her to answer the question.  
    “I’m asking to feel something. Anything.” Her lip quivers, and I have a feeling that she doesn’t really mean that. She just wants to wash away the feeling of him off of her skin. She wants to have something replace the feelings she had for Marco.  
    “I can’t give you what you want, and I know that you want to erase all memories of him, but you won’t.” I can see the tears start to cloud her eyes, and she closes them before they actually fall. “You want a quick fuck; I’d gladly give it to you, but not tonight. You have too much running through your head.”
    She smiles, and looks up at me, “And here I was starting to believe that you really were a dick.”  
    Grinning down at her, I kiss her forehead. “Come on it’s late, and I’m fucking tired. Seven hours on the road is way too fucking long.”
    She nods, and I lead her back towards the bed. Pulling my cut off, I set it on the back of the chair, and unbutton my jeans. She watches me intently, and when I slide them down my legs, her eyes are directly on my dick. I forgot to mention to her that I don’t wear underwear.
    Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it with my jeans, and tell her to get in bed. “Sailor.” Her eyes snap to mine, and the blush starts to tint her cheeks. I can’t help but grin. She pulls her jeans off, and I see her ass cheeks. Her thong barely covers anything, and I’m sure that is how Marco the dickhead liked it. She pulls her shirt off, and I see her matching bra.  
    She walks past me, and my dick starts to harden. Fuck, not sleeping with her tonight is going to be so fucking shitty. I thought she looked good in that fucking photo. But shit, she looks even better now.  
    She picks my tee shirt up off the floor, and pulls it over her head. She makes her way to the bed and gets under the covers. Sliding in behind her, I try my best to keep from poking her with my dick, but it’s like