Charging up the stairs, he followed the bitch’s scent right into his bedroom. She squirmed under his sheets and smiled at him with heavy lids. The stench of her arousal as she pleasured herself drifted to him.

Derrick growled again and clenched his hands tightly at his sides lest he use them to throttle her.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Clarissa said seductively, not yet recognizing the storm that simmered inside him.

“Get out of my bed,” he said through gritted teeth.

She rose with the sheet clutched to her bosom. “Join me. I’ve prepared myself for you and…your brother.” Derrick heard Mark’s sharply indrawn breath behind him.

“Fuck off.” Derrick didn’t like to mince words. That was his brother’s forte.

“You don’t mean that,” said Clarissa, the sheet barely hiding her shapely body, a form that left him cold.

“What he means to say,” said Mark, ever the diplomat, “is while you are quite attractive, we are unfortunately not interested. Thank you for your offer, though.”

Derrick snorted. The slut had just broken into their house and thrown herself at them naked. And this after they’d repeatedly rebuffed her blatant overtures. She just didn’t get it. She isn’t the one.

“Just get your clothes back on, and leave the way you came.” Or he’d gladly heave her ass out, preferably from the nearest window. Then he’d burn his sheets.

Clarissa dropped the sheet that hid her assets and proudly displayed perky breasts, an indented waist, and a bald cleft. Derrick looked her over dispassionately. She stirred nothing in him-he preferred his woman rounder, just like his brother. Their displeasure must have shown for she frowned at them. She tweaked her nipple and slid a hand between her thighs to toy with herself. They didn’t respond. With slow, sensual steps, Clarissa walked towards Derrick and his brother, a half smile curving her lips, one that didn’t match the icy fury in her eyes.