with the girl in the corner like it was the most natural thing in the world. He wondered how many guys would kill to be able to have that level of confidence in themselves. Ethan considered his brother, again. Perhaps vanity was a better description.
Once upon a time, Ethan had been more of a ladies man. Girls still showed an obvious interest in him, but he had calmed down over the years. There were more important things in life than chasing tail and hooking up. And he had already found the most important of them all.
Dana showed up thirty minutes late. Ethan had expected it, and it came as no surprise. She was wearing a low cut top, revealing more cleavage than was necessary. She wore skin-tight designer jeans that probably cost more money than his monthly car payment. The spoils of being daddy’s little girl.
“You made it,” Ethan said with a big smile.
“I wasn’t going to come at all,” she said. “But you know how I have a hard time telling you no.” Her smile was venomous.
She bent over at the hips when she sat down. He got a full view of her cleavage as she did - which had been her purpose. He snorted and fixed himself with a neutral face. He wasn’t attracted to her; not anymore. He could see through her facade.
“I was wondering when you’d ask me out again,” she said.
“This isn’t a date,” Ethan said.
“No?” Dana asked. She leaned forward, resting her cleavage in plain view again. “Then why are we in the middle of nowhere?”
He leaned forward, too. His eyes remained locked on hers.
“Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d make the drive,” he said.
“You don’t have to play hard to get, anymore,” she grinned. She reached up and stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers.
Ethan slapped her hand away and recoiled.
“Don’t touch me,” he said. He composed himself quickly and smiled awkwardly at a nearby table. “I’m here because of Kayla,” he said.
Dana’s grin slipped for a second. “What about her?” she asked.
“I want her back,” he said. He sighed and shook his head. “And I know I need your help.”
Dana leaned back and studied him for a second. Then, she laughed.
“You’ve got to be joking, right?” she said. “What makes you think I’ll help you get her back? I was the one that broke you up in the first place.”
Ethan shook his head. “No, I broke us up. I should have been straight forward with her in the first place.”
Dana rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to act so chivalrous,” she said. “The fact of the matter is that you two won’t be together.”
“But we can be,” Ethan pleaded. “It’s obvious you two are close. She’ll listen to you.”
“Why would I even want to help you out?” she asked. “Why would I want to set Kayla up with a monster like you?”
“A monster?” Ethan said, disgusted. “Is that what you think of me?”
“You crushed me, Ethan. You took my heart and stomped on it over and over.”
His brow creased in confusion. He remembered, again, why he had wanted to separate himself from her. She was delusional; crazy.
“I didn’t,” he said. “We went on three dates. That was it.”
“I loved you, Ethan,” she said, in a sharp, quiet tone.
He leaned forward again, his voice growing even quieter. “You only loved me after I said we shouldn’t see each other,” he said.
“You can’t have her,” Dana said. “I won’t allow it.”
Ethan leaned back and finally put all of the pieces of the puzzle together.
“You’re upset because you didn’t get what you wanted,” he said. Dana’s face twisted. “The spoiled little rich girl is upset because her candy got taken away.”
A long silence passed between them. Their eyes were locked in a heated battle.
“She’ll never speak to you again,” Dana said. “She’s spending the winter with me, and by the end of it, I’ll make sure that you’re the person she hates the most.”
“You’re one cold hearted, little
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