Free Blame It on the Shame (Blame It on the Shame: Lou-Lou and Ricardo's Story #1) by Ashley Jade Page B

the hell am I gonna explain this? I decide, to be as honest as I can with them. Lord knows, I lie to them about enough things already.
    I give them a casual shrug. “I hired a ring girl.”
    Tyrone and Jackson exchange a glance. I can only imagine what they must be thinking.
    I blow out a breath. “She—uh. She got a little drunk during the interview.”
    “Must have been some interview,” Tyrone says in his thick southern twang. “One that must not be over yet seeing as you brought her home and all.”
    “This isn't part of the interview.” I point to the door across the hall located next to their apartment. “I'm only bringing her inside my apartment until I can get a hold of the super who has the keys to her apartment.”
    Jackson makes a face and Tyrone grins. “You mean to tell us this little hottie is not only the new ring girl...but our new neighbor as well?”
    I nod and Tyrone's grin grows wider. “Nice.”
    Jackson shakes his head and laughs. “Does she have a name?”
    “She does—” I pause because for the life of me...I can't remember the girl's actual name. I'm certainly not about to tell them her name is ' bambina .'
    I scratch my head hoping it will come to me. “Lou...Lou—”
    “Lou-Lou,” Tyrone says while rubbing his chin. “Never met a Lou-Lou before. That's kind of cute actually.”
    Jackson rolls his eyes. “Bro, she's not even awake ...stop trying to hit on her. It's not like she can hear you.”
    Normally, I wouldn't give a shit who Tyrone hits on, but I'm with Jackson on this one.
    I know Tyrone's still reeling over the fact that his first love from back home is engaged to some hillbilly dip-shit. I know he's out fucking anything and everything in order to cope with the heartache of losing her.
    It's gotten so bad I can't even say the full name of my mustang around him without causing him to get all pissy.
    I know Lou-Lou will be nothing more to him than a simple ' hit it and quit it '...but unfortunately for him, he can't have her.
    Lou-Lou belongs to DeLuca...and hitting on her would be the worst thing he could do.
    I'm about to tell him not to pursue her, but Tyrone crosses his arms and glares at Jackson. “You never know. In fact, the subconscious state of sleep is excellent for hypnosis.”
    This time, it's Jackson and me who exchange a glance, gearing up for another one of Tyrone's antics.
    He takes a step closer and peers down at Lou-Lou. “Tyrone is the sexiest man in the world,” he says. “And you will let him tap that ass.”
    Jackson chuckles but for some reason hearing him say that really pisses me the fuck off.
    I hold Lou-Lou tighter and narrow my eyes. “She's not yours,” I growl, surprising them and me with how deadly my voice sounds. “Knock it the fuck off.. . now .”
    Tyrone holds up his hands defensively. “Whoa, Ricardo. It was just a joke.”
    “Well joke about someone else, not her. Like I said, she's not yours. So back the fuck off before I make you.”
    Jackson shoots me a curious look and shoves his hands in his pockets “Let's go, Tyrone. The new hulk dvd is calling your name.”
    I fish for my keys and the movement causes her to whimper against my chest. I open the door and slam it without uttering another word to them.
    From the other side, I hear Jackson say, “Look, obviously Ricardo doesn't want you hitting on that girl...for whatever reason. So just try and control your damn hormones.”
    “ Me ,” Tyrone says before laughing. “You should be telling him that. He's the one who just came out of his face and asserted his male dominance over her. Hell, if I didn't know any better I'd think he just clubbed her over the head before dragging her back to his lair like some kind of caveman. I'm surprised he didn't whip out his dick and piss in a circle around her. I mean, what the fuck was that?”
    “I have no idea,” Jackson says. “Maybe he's really into her. Who knows?”
    I hear the door to their apartment close and I lean back