Speak To Me: The Easton Brothers

Chapter 7-Grant

(Grant)

Of all the people my sister could've invited, she just had to choose the one I was trying to avoid at all costs. Especially after the week I've had.

Obviously, she wasn't aware of the dreams, but I swear this is God's way of punishing me for all of that messed up s**t I did when I was younger. Dangling this temptation just out of my reach and knowing I wouldn’t be able to act on it.

I couldn't even look at her. Those dirty images from my dream filled my head, turning every single thought about this woman into a perverted one as I tried not to stare openly.

Damn was she beautiful in that dress, though. I think I just about went into shock seeing her in something other than scrubs. And the way the deep green fabric hugged those curves, f**k me. Her hourglass figure was f*****g delictable. I tried so damn hard not to ogle her in front of my sister and our friends, but I might be failing miserably.

Of course, the one time I feel this overwhelming sense of attraction, I can't do s**t about it. Because if I did, I know deep down it would end up messy.

Stephanie can't know about Sammy. Even her father has asked me not to involve her. It's better to leave her out of it. She was just meant to care for Sammy and get him back to healthy. Which she has helped on doing. So that means we start to go our separate ways. At least that's how it's supposed to go.

It just doesn't help that Sammy seems to have grown attatched to her. I was honestly taken aback by how emotional he had gotten after seeing her here. Not only that, but he didn't hesitate for a second to show affection towards her. That's pretty huge for him.

"Dad! Sit over here!" Sammy suddenly called out as I tried to juggle three plates in my hands.

How I ended up in this scenario, I have no f*****g clue. I just can't say no to the kid.

Glancing over towards the table, I realized Sammy was sitting in the middle with Rylan's wife, Tilly, on one side of him and Stephanie on the other. The only open seat left was exactly where I didn't want it to be.

Right next to Stephanie.

I froze, eyeing the seating arrangement as Stephanie just looked down at the table awkwardly.

"Uh, don't you want to sit by me, buddy? So I can cut your pancakes for you?" I blurted, earning a weird look from my sister as I knew everyone was finding this rather humorous.

Yeah, I might be making a big deal about nothing, but if they saw those images that were playing through my mind right now, I know for a fact they wouldn't want me anywhere near Stephanie.

"Nope, I can do it all by myself!" Sammy declared happily, making me narrow my eyes at him.

Oh yeah? Since when? This kid, I swear...

I stepped closer to the table, feeling my body stiffen as I passed Stephanie before placing Sammy's food in front of him.

"I can help him, Grant." Tilly added, smiling up at me as I just nodded and went to place Stephanie's plate down next.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted exactly." I mumbled, feeling f*****g nervous for some reason as I watched Stephanie examined the contents of the plate.

"This looks great, thank you." Her soft voice dripped from those full lips, the sound wrapping around me as I felt my c**k stiffen.

See? One f*****g sentence and this s**t was already happening.

I let my gaze drift up, eyeing those luscious pink lips as that dream played through my mind once more.

"Do you want that, Mr. Easton? You can tell me if you want to." The words filled the air around me. Exactly like they had in the dream, making me almost drop the my plate as my eyes widened in shock.

"W-what did you just say?" I gasped, wondering if I was hallucinating now. I think I've officially lost my mind.

"I said, if you want me to move, I can. I mean, so you can sit by Sammy."

Oh...

I cleared my throat before shaking my head no.

"I can sit here. It's fine." I stated, pulling the chair back before sitting down.

The moment I did, I swear everything else around us disappeared. It was just her and I sitting here. Every tiny move she made was all I could focus on.

Like the way her fingers slid across the table, grabbing the fork gently before lifting it to her plate.

I could see her in the corner of my eye. Every breath she took seemed to match with my own as the conversations around us didn't even exist.

God, what the f**k is wrong with me. I am clearly feeding too much into this. It was a dream! Nothing more.

I balled my hand into a fist, trying to control this spiraling that began to consume me as I reached for my own fork now, watching her stiffen beside me the moment I grabbed it.

Okay, that was interesting.

I slowly dragged the fork closer to me, noting the way Stephanie's body seemed to stiffen with every move I made.

That's when I forced myself to relax. Wondering if perhaps I affected Stephanie just as must as she affected me right now.

Now, that would be something worth finding out.

Let's test it, shall we?

Leaning closer to the doc, I brought my mouth right next to her ear and began to speak.

"You know you can just call me Grant. The Mr. Easton formality isn't necessary." I stated, watching as she almost jumped out of her skin.

But what I noticed even more was the way her flesh prickled with goosebumps as those pretty brown eyes widened with shock.

"I-I see." Was all she managed to say, making amusement spark inside of me as I quite liked seeing Stephanie flustered. That's what this was, wasn't it?

I don't think I have ever been interested in a girl enough to notice something like this before. Back in California, the women I slept with knew what to expect out of that relationship.

They were both scared and in awe of that Easton name. Knowing my family history and thinking, I must be cruel just like my father had been.

Truthfully, no one piqued my interest enough to go beyond one night of passion. Was this the same thing? Do I just need to get laid?

"So, did you end up buying those tickets for Sammy? For the train, I mean." Stephanie suddenly asked, making me sit back slightly before studying her some more.

"They were already sold out. But I promised to take him on one afterward."

Little does Stephanie know, Sammy is now f*****g obsessed with trains because of her. He was super bummed when the tickets were sold out. But he doesn't know that I bought a whole damn cabin for him so we can have it all to ourselves. It will just be a couple of weeks after Christmas.

"That's a shame. He seemed so excited. I wish I could help some way." She mumbled, actually seeming sad about it as the look on her face made my heart ache for some reason.

"Why do you even care?" I blurted the words, making the table go quiet for a moment as I must've said them a little louder than expected.

But I needed to know why she cared. Why did she have that look on her face and always seemed to be so concerned with Sammy? Did she feel that same protectiveness that I did towards him? Or was she just saying that to be polite?

Sammy doesn't need false relationships in his life. I need to know if Stephanie is genuine about this. Because Sammy is growing attatched, I can tell.

"Grant." Gabriella mumbled, letting me know I was being rude. She didn't have to tell me, though, I already knew.

"You're right. That was probably unprofessional of me to pry. I apologize." Stephanie responded coldly, her back going stiff once more. But this time , it wasn't for the same reason as before. And that's when I saw the look of disdain flash across her face before she plastered on a fake smile and turned her head away from me, engaging in conversation with someone else.

Why the hell did that annoy the f**k out of me?