Nick was nervous. Each tick of the clock filled him with anticipation and fear. What if she was ready tonight and he wasn’t? Would she back out? Would she turn into Meg and question his manliness? She’s not like that. His instinct argued with his flawed logic and left him feeling unsure. Nick considered, cancelling but she would see right through any lie he could construct. He squared his shoulders and pulled on a soft t-shirt and his favorite pair of well-worn jeans that he never wore to work because of some fraying in certain places. He looked in the mirror and wondered if he was too casual or not casual enough. He sighed and grabbed the gym bag that he never used and put two extra outfits inside just in case.
He took a few deep breaths and started to relax. His mind went back to their morning phone call; his cock twitched. Kalilah was dangerous. She’d made him hotter on the phone than Meg ever had in person. He shook his head; that was the last Meg thought. He wasn’t going to compare them because Kalilah was in a different league. She’d sounded so sexy when she came – he wanted to see her aroused and coming for him. That thought heated his blood and carried him to her house.
He parked in front of her house and sat outside assessing the possible situation. He saw a silver Audi on the right-side driveway but knew Kalilah’s objections well enough to know that she would not have purchased one. Plus, it already had its permanent plates. Nick got out of his Escalade and his eye slid to the vehicle on the left side of the driveway. His face broke out in a huge smile as he checked out the black Cadillac SRX SUV with paper plates. She did want to be twins. And she went the pre-owned route. Smart girl.
He rang the doorbell but was still checking out Kalilah’s new ride. “Well. You must be Nick.” An unfamiliar voice said almost accusingly. Nick turned, and his eyes collided with a younger, lighter version of Kalilah. She was beautiful and appeared to be way more high maintenance. Not necessarily a bad thing. Just different. He hoped his smile was charming and he extended a hand.
“Yes. I’m Nick. And you must be Kalilah’s sister…”
“Cayla,” she supplied. “Cayla with a ‘C’.” She took his offered hand, but instead of shaking it, she used it to pull him into the house. “Take off your shoes. Kalilah is in the shower, but I’m glad you’re early. It gives me time to find out what you’re really after.”
“Huh?” Nick tried to keep up with the conversation but didn’t understand her suspicion. “Sorry, I’m not following.”
She pulled him further in the light and walked around him assessing him like he was a statue in the museum. “You have potential.” She said matter of fact. “What are your intentions with my sister?” Nick felt like she looked through him to his innermost secrets. Her intensity made him nervous. “You are not trying to use up all of her goodness then leave her? Answer me, man.”
“I…uh, am a virgin?” He mentally slapped himself. Why in the hell did he just say that? Why did he say it like it was a question? She should work for the government. “Um…I’m not here to hurt her.” Man, this woman was scary.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you plan on remaining a virgin? I think not. Just know, if you plan on using my sister. You will have to deal with me.” She punctuated every word with a finger poke to his chest. “I will hunt you……”
“Cayla!” Kalilah chided. Leave the poor man alone. Hi Nick. Are you okay? Little Miss Spanish Inquisition over here can be a little intense. I should have warned you.”
Nick’s mouth went dry. Kalilah was wearing a spaghetti strap camisole and some thin pajama shorts that stopped mid-thigh. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her hellion of a little sister almost disappeared. Almost.
“Kalilah. Put some more clothes on.” The little drill sergeant barked. “You’ll give him ideas of what to do with his virginity.” Kalilah raised her eyebrows at them. “What? He told me within three seconds of being here.” They shared a look, and something unspoken passed between. The secret language of sisters. Cayla nodded. “Okay. I’m out.”
Nick watched her walk away in her tight soft pink tube dress. Her stilettos carrying her shapely legs to the door. Yup. She was Kalilah’s sister. Cayla abruptly turned and pointed at Nick then to her eyes and then back to him. Giving him the universal signal that she was watching him. With that, she was gone.
Kalilah was watching him. Damn, she caught him checking out her sister.
“She looks like you but way more intense.” She shrugged and continued to look at him. “Okay,” he admitted and looked at his feet. “I checked her out. Your parents make beautiful daughters. You may not believe me, but I was wondering if she would let you borrow that dress.”
Kalilah smirked. “Dig that hole deeper Nick. At least you didn’t say something stupid. It’s progress. I get it.” She shrugged. “I’ve checked out your dad a few times.” Kalilah laughed when Nick frowned. “It’s true. I can’t deny it. Those Sinclair genes are awesome.”
Nick shrugged, wondering if she noticed the same genes in him. “Wait until you meet Dex.” Nick felt the need to change the subject. He didn’t want to think about Kalilah checking out anyone else. “I saw your new ride. You did want to be twins.” His big smile was back.
Kalilah pulled him to the couch to sit down. The light pressure of her hand on his made his pulse race.
“Yeah. Since you were being stingy with your keys, I had to get my own.” She smiled at him. “And we are not twins. I have a different model.”
Nick shook his head. “You have a black Cadillac SUV. That’s all that matters. The rest are just details.” His and her SUVs. He wasn’t going to tell her that. It was a dangerous line of thinking that meant long term commitment. “What’s for dinner?” He asked, patting his belly.
Kalilah shrugged. “We have a few options. I didn’t have time to cook. Chinese, pizza, sandwiches, or we can order to-go from a local restaurant. It’s up to you. I’m easy.” Nick wiggled his eyebrows at her and was rewarded with an arm punch. “Shut up. You know what I meant.”
“Well, Chinese sounds good. But pizza or sandwiches are easier to eat without a plate or table. How much effort you feel like exerting to eat?”
Kalilah picked up a menu. “Chinese it is. Let’s order a lot because we will get hungry again.” Nick tensed. That could have two meanings. “You know what they say: you eat Chinese food, you’ll be hungry in an hour.”
He relaxed a little. He didn’t know why he was so tense. He wanted to lose his virginity, and Kalilah made him hornier than any other woman he’d ever met. Her sister included. He couldn’t quite place his apprehension.
“I want something spicy. General Tso’s chicken?” He nodded. “And Mongolian beef?” Another nod. “Shrimp fried rice, egg rolls, crab puffs?”
Nick nodded. “Yes, to all; we need something kind of sweet, too. I know General Tso’s is kinda sweet, but if were gonna ask for extra spice, it won’t count. We have chicken, beef, and shrimp. How about sweet and sour pork? Or the ribs.” Kalilah scrunched up her nose. He loved when she did that.
“Sweet and sour. Ribs get stuck in your teeth.”
They ordered food and argued about who was paying. Nick eventually won. She did just buy a vehicle and such. He paid for the food while she was in the kitchen getting plates and drinks. He walked in behind her as she was bent over looking in the refrigerator. Her wonderful ass was sticking out. Her thin shorts announced her lack of underwear. He could not find a panty
line to save his life. She must have been talking because she looked over her shoulder expectantly.