Page 16 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

“Oh no. No, no,” she says, straightening herself and trying to get her laughter under control. She takes a few deep breaths and shakes her head as she looks at me. “Tripp, I’m not laughing at you. It’s sweet, totally crazy, but sweet that you’d want to help me. I’m not the kinda girl who does things like that without being in a relationship. There should be a bond or connection at the very least. Things would get complicated and confusing. I dated your brother.” She pushes her hair off her face and sighs. “I’m sorry I laughed at your gesture. It just sounded like a book I read where the guy offers to help his girlfriend who is having trouble breastfeeding their baby by milking her. I don’t want to be milked.”

This time I laugh. “I’m not offering to milk you like a cow.”

“I know, but still,” she replies, shrugging.

“Until I told you my secret I felt completely alone. There was no one to talk to when I was excited about an idea or complain to when something wasn’t coming together how I wanted. I hide who I really am to everyone but you.” I take a step closer to her. “You’re hiding too and I’m the only one who knows the truth. You don’t need to feel alone anymore.”

Her eyes bounce between mine. They’re mixed with confusion and curiosity.

“I dated your brother,” she whispers.

“Did I ask you to date me?”

“No, but this is all a lot, Tripp.”

“You didn’t have sex with Brock,” I say.

Her eyes widen as she bites her lower lip. “How do you know?”

“I asked him.”

“What? When? I mean, why?”

“I’m a curious person, Millie,” I whisper as my eyes run the length of her sexy body.

“It feels wrong,” she whispers back.

“What feels wrong? Me wanting to help you or you wanting my help?”

She shakes her head and moves a few steps away. “All of it. Sex isn’t supposed to be set up with a time and a place. It’s not supposed to feel like an obligation. That’s what this is. You feel obligated to help me and it’s wrong. It’s all wrong.”

“Who said anything about setting up a time and place? I’m not a plotter, I’m a pant-ser.”

She grins, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Either way, it doesn’t change that it feels wrong.”

“You want rules? Will that help?”

Paxton and Hartford had rules when he offered his help to her. Maybe that’s what Millie needs. I’m not entirely sure, but every time she says it feels wrong, it turns me on more. Doing something that is forbidden makes it that much more enticing.

Her eyes sparkle, pulling me in deeper as she searches my face. “What kind of rules?”

“How about rule number one? This stays between us. I know we’re both good at keeping secrets.”

She rushes away from me and I hang my head. I’m pressuring her and she’s had enough. I should just walk away before she starts hurling books at me.

Feeling defeated and embarrassed, I turn around.

“Here,” she says, a bit out of breath.

I turn back around and she hands me a notepad and pen. My smile is unstoppable as my pulse races with excitement.

Millie wants my help.

My eyes darken as I stare at her.

Fuck, I’ve never wanted something more in my life.