Forcing herself to study, she didn’t hear when Fleur left and finally near one in the morning, she gave up to sleep not coming as close to what she had planned to get done at all.
As usual her dreams were of what she couldn’t have. Men who wanted her not her sisters, over and over they danced through her dreams, and when she woke, she felt like she hadn’t slept at all. It didn’t help that she had some kind of weight over her mid-section and another on her leg. There was also a warm breeze blowing on her cheek and she had no idea where the hell it was coming from. Trying to sit up the weight on her body tightened and she turned her face just enough to see dark hair, a face with overnight stubble on his chin and a thin moustache that bent down on both sides of interesting lips. Who was the fucking jerk in her bed? Even as she moved out from under his arm she had an idea and she was going to kill her sister if Fleur had done what she thought she had.
She found her sister in her bed with two guys and as she shook her sister’s foot one of them opened his eyes and looked at her sleepily. “Is that you or are we on a boat?” Being a student of languages and lit, she recognized the upper class British accent.
Choosing to ignore the man, she simply spoke and continued her attempt to wake up her sister. “Me, wake up Fleur, I need to talk to you.”
“Come on; leave her alone, she’s had quite a work out.”
Brie glared at the guy. “I don’t give a fuck okay, I don’t like waking up and finding men in my bed. Especially men I don’t know or didn’t invite there. As for you, go back to sleep, you smell like a brewery and look like you spent the last week in a dumpster.” She shook her sister’s foot again and Fleur began to kick. “Come on sis, I know you’re awake, you don’t kick unless you’re coming to.”
Fleur rolled on her back revealing her pert breasts, and ran a hand over her face. “Oh come on Brie, leave me alone, we had a late night.”
“Yeah, I can tell, except you’ve got one missing, and he’s in my bed instead of yours. So at least tell me his name so I can wake him up and get him where he belongs,”
Her sister began to giggle, “But he is where he belongs sis, I brought him home for you. He likes fuller figure women, he told me so.”
“Well that’s just further proof of how drunk you were last night, men who say that are either freaks, or lying out their asses to get close to women like you who admit they have sisters like me. Since he doesn’t look like a freak, then I’m guessing he’s out to get where your buddies are and will use me to do it. No thanks; I learned that lesson a long time ago. So don’t do it again.” She turned on her heel and walked back to her bedroom.
Knowing what was going on, she didn’t bother to be nice. “Hey fucker, get the hell out of my bed, this isn’t a short cut to Fleur’s bed.” At least the ass was wearing clothes. She had to admit he did seem to be nice looking and from the look of his silk shirt and expensive jeans he had a nice body was well, but guys who could afford clothes like his were definitely not into the fuller figures of women like hers. She was even more sure when she spotted his boots, and the jacket hanging on the back of her desk chair. That was a high end label and so was the model of his boots. She knew because her uncle wore them and these weren’t the knock offs that she saw at Target or Wal-Mart.