Free My Only Regret (Twisted Fate Book 1) by Rhonda James Page A

the right guy. You, my gorgeous friend, need to get laid again. Give it a try, Rhyann, sex feels really good. You remember sex don’t you?” She snorted, following me around the room trying to cheer me up.

    “La la la la,” I laughed, plugging my ears. “I’m not talking about this."

    “Okay, but it’s your loss,” she said, opening one of the suitcases I placed on the bed. “Just promise me you won’t get caught up in all the glitz and glamour and forget about me.”

    “You are my best friend, and like a sister to me, I could never forget you." I pulled her in for a hug and smiled, hopeful that this would be a good decision after all.

CHAPTER SIX

    R hyann!” came a guttural cry that carried down the stairway to the kitchen. So much for a quiet morning enjoying a cup of coffee. “Have you seen a piece of paper with some lyrics and chords jotted on it? I’ve looked everywhere for it.” Even this far away I heard frantic pacing taking place.

    “Can’t say that I have,” I called back, as I made my way toward the offending voice. I could almost guarantee he hadn’t checked every place. Geez, the man could exaggerate. Since I had started working for him this had become somewhat of a habit. I was beginning to think he was a touch lazy. Either that, or he liked when I did everything for him. “Stop pacing or you’ll wear a groove in the floor,” I snapped, strolling into his room. He glared and gave me the finger. “Oh, that’s classy. I thought you were a gentleman,” I retorted, sarcastically.

    “I left it right beside my bed. Have you been in here snooping around again” he accused. The man was a bit of a fanatic when it came to his privacy. I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he mumbled. “I thought you were more mature than that.” I returned the finger gesture. “Oh, very lady like.” Which resulted in me flipping up both fingers. He couldn’t hide his grin. This was pretty typical behavior for us. We usually got along pretty well, but we bickered like an old married couple.

    “That happened only one time, and I told you I was looking for Ibuprofen. I had bad cramps because of my period and ran out of my own supply,” I grumbled, joining him next to the bed.

    “Stop!” He groaned, holding up a hand to silence me. “I do not want to hear about your feminine problems. I just want to find my paper.” I coughed to stifle a chuckle.

    “I’m quite sure it didn’t miraculously sprout legs and run for the hills, although I can’t say that I didn’t give it fair warning,” I rolled my eyes again.

    “Very funny smartass. Well where could it be then? I need it.” He threw his hands in the air.

    “Oh for Heaven’s sake, let me look,” I nudged him out of the way. “What am I looking for just a piece of notebook paper?” I asked, as I crawled around on the floor beside his bed. I bent over further to look under the bed and in doing so my jean clad ass was thrust into the air. I looked over my shoulder and caught him checking me out. I arched an eyebrow and he just gave me a cute little wink. After lifting only a few items I located the missing document that had fallen between the bed and his side table. “Here,” I thrust it in his hand. “I knew it didn’t just get up and walk away.” I stated, mockingly, as I stood and brushed off my knees. “And please don’t accuse me of lurking around your room. I have better things to do with my time.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder and marched downstairs, grumbling the entire way. I swear, if anyone had observed our interactions they would have thought we hated one another. Actually, it was quite the opposite. Our snarky banter only seemed to bring us closer.

    “Thank you Rhyann. You’re the best.” He called sweetly, as if nothing had happened. Honestly, the man drove me insane, and I secretly enjoyed every minute of it.

    “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered.
     
    J esse had proven to be quite