Or how she would ever face him again.

As Vaughn held the door for Jensen, he was still fuming.

How dare she?

That was his building!

And he wasn’t a playboy or a fucking showboat. Wasn’t his fault he was amazing and people wanted to have sex with him. He was a sexy dude. She was jealous. She wanted to be him. But there was no other Vaughn Johansson.

Lord, she got under his skin.

“Dude, it’s over.”

“I don’t care.” Vaughn looked to Jensen and glared. “She’s an asshole.”

“Or maybe you are.”

Vaughn balked. “Whoa, what the fuck, dude? You’re my best friend.”

“Yes, I am, but you’re weird around her. It’s like you want to hate her, but you want to bang her—maybe even more than just bang—and you don’t like that.”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Jensen laughed, hard, which only made Vaughn more annoyed. “I, along with Wells, know you better than anyone in this world, and you know it’s true.”

“Well, you’re wrong about this,” he decided, crossing his arms as they got in line behind the many people waiting at Hattie B’s. It was Vaughn’s favorite place to eat, and because of that, now Jensen craved it all the time. But after his interaction with Brie, all he wanted to do was go home and sulk. He didn’t like that Jensen was right, and he sure as hell didn’t like that he wanted to take that fiery little blonde against the wall and kiss the sass out of her. He just didn’t get it. She should annoy him, but all she did was make him hot all over, and he didn’t understand that.

He hadn’t wanted anyone in a long time, but ever since the first moment he saw her, he’d needed to kiss her. He was not a believer in love at first sight—that was bullshit. But fuck at first sight, yes, he believed in that, and boy, did he want to do that with Brie Soledad. He’d never forget the way she’d come into the media room the first time he saw her. He was off to the side, minding his business, when Franklin had pointed to her. She was something, the only woman in the sea of men, walking past them with her little chin in the air, acting as if she had the biggest dick in the room. It was almost too much to take, but then her eyes met his. She glared, and at first, it took him off guard. But he knew her type. The one who thought she was all that and a bag of chips. The kind of woman who expected men to kiss her fucking feet.

The entitled type.

Ha. She could kiss his ass.

Yet there had been something about that short little ball of fire that had him on edge. It was almost too much to take. The way her skirts lay against her thighs, or how her shirts hugged her breasts in all the right places. The way she pursed her lips after she asked a stupid question. Maybe that’s why he got so mad, not because of the stupid questions but because he wanted to bang her. He had to be honest; Brie did not like him, nor would she ever have sex with him.

For some reason, that bothered him.

He had spent all his life never getting what he wanted easily. He had to work extremely hard for every little thing, and while he appreciated it—it molded him into the man he was—he enjoyed that now he really didn’t have to work for much. His career, yes, he worked his balls off for that. But everything else was just kind of handed to him now. And that was good, especially since he didn’t have the will to exhaust himself with work anymore. Or better yet, he had no one to work for, only himself. All that mattered was his career, Jensen, and Wells.

Oh, and Wren on occasion, but not always.

Oh shit, and Tricksie. He’d work for that sweet baby.

But other than that, everything was just given to him. Pussy, he could have that in two seconds. An endorsement for anything, yup, everyone wanted him. Entertainment, all he had to do was make a phone call, and he got into any concert or party. He had the life. Yet, as he stood in the middle of Hattie’s with the aroma of hot chicken clogging his senses, he wondered if he was missing something.

Was he really just a showboating playboy?

But that worry only lasted a moment before the sight of a perfectly round ass stole his attention, and all that crazy talk was gone as he grinned. Leaning toward Jensen, he nodded his chin in the direction of that nice ass. “Man, Jenny, look at that.”

Jensen looked over to where Vaughn had indicated, and his face scrunched up. “Wait. I know that ass.”

“You do?” he asked, looking past the line and then laughed. “Hey, I do too! Wren! Hey, Wren.”

Wren turned, her eyes wide as she took in her brother’s best friends. “Fuck.”

“Hey. Hey. We love you! Say hi.” Vaughn waved at her while Jensen rolled his eyes, and everyone looked back at him. Not that he cared. He loved driving Wren insane.

With a groan, she shook her head. “What?”

“Hey, you love us. Come back here.”

“No. I’m next.”

“So?”

“No way,” she yelled back before turning, but Vaughn wasn’t done.

“Come on,” he called to Jensen before moving past people. “It’s okay, that’s my wife. We have sex a lot,” he murmured to people as he moved up the line to Wren. As he wrapped his arms around his “wife,” Wren glared at him with an exasperated look before he said, “Babe, get us two hot chicken plates. Use my card, get whatever you want. You know I love you a little on the thicker side.”

Flabbergasted, she sputtered as he tucked his card into the crease of her boobs before smacking her butt playfully.

“Vaughn!” Jensen complained, but he waved him off as Wren continued to sputter, looking like she did that time he had busted her car window with a puck. She had that same scary look now, and he knew well enough to get out of there. Quick. Turning on his heel, he headed to find a table, which was not an easy feat in the amazing chicken heaven. Jensen was right behind him. “You’re such a douche.”

“You’re just mad I touched her butt and you didn’t.”

“Damn right, I am. She is a woman, not a piece of meat.”

“She’s like a sister.”

“Ew, no, she’s not.”

Vaughn laughed. “Yeah, ’cause banging your sister would be really bad.”

Jensen’s eyes went wide as he shushed Vaughn quickly. “She can hear you!”