CHAPTER SEVEN
TRAVIS
Viola Fisher may look like your typical book nerd, but it’s all a deception. She’s as smart as she is feisty, and hell, if that isn’t hot as sin. My thoughts are plagued by her, and if I don’t get everything about her out of my mind, I’ll go f*****g crazy. Drew would murder me in my sleep if he knew the ideas I was having about his sister. That is, if Viola doesn’t do it first.
After our encounter in the kitchen, I walk around the house naked just to rile her up even more. When I catch her staring at me, she blushes and turns her head like she wasn’t just admiring what she saw.
“Appreciate it, princess. All of it,” I taunt as I strut to my room to grab my phone, knowing damn well she’s looking at my ass.
When I walk back into the living room, giving absolutely no
