Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3) by Tiffany Hachey

asking so I shouldn't expect her to be able to.
    “Okay. I'll text you later. Have a good day.”
    “I'll try,” she giggles her reply. “Sorry. I just know what I'll be thinking about all day so I don't know how productive I'll be.”
    She bends to give me a tender kiss and without another word she sprints up to her door. I watch her short dress blow in the breeze as she turns to wave goodbye and is quickly pulled inside the door, presumably from one of her brothers. I'm going to have a little talk with them. I don't know what their hang-ups are, but I plan on finding out.

captive
    Tanya
    “What the fuck Tanya? Do you want everyone thinking you're just sleeping with him to score an interview and better your career?” Frank asks with disdain dripping from his voice.
    “Are you kidding me? I would never do that,” I seethe back at him, trying not to raise my voice and alert our parents to our disagreement.
    “Well nobody else is going to believe that. You don't know what you're getting yourself into being involved with someone like him.” He's positively fuming. My handsome older brother who I know is trying to be protective of me doesn't look so handsome right now and quite frankly is pissing me off.
    “Someone like him? Tell me. What's that supposed to mean?”
    “Oh, come on Tanya. He's a professional athlete. He could have anyone he wants.”
    I stop him right there, “Excuse me but what are you implying? That he couldn't possibly want me? That's a real shitty thing for you to say. Now if you don't mind, I need to get ready for work. I suggest you do the same and stay the fuck out of my personal life.”
    I storm off through the house and climb the stairs after giving my parents a quick hello as I passed the doorway to the kitchen. Dad was sitting in his usual chair reading the newspaper, while my mom had some celebrity rag open in front of her face. Honestly I've never had the desire to peer into their personal lives, whether true or fabricated. What they do on their own time is their own.
    Stripping myself of yesterday’s clothes once I'm in my room, I walk to my closet and study myself in the full length mirror that hangs on the door. My brother's words slither their way into my thoughts, poisoning my confidence. My legs are slender and almost long enough to be perfect. I'm not model height, but I'm not short either. The tops of my thighs flow perfectly into my slightly wider hips that taper up into my waist. I'm not stick thin that's for sure, and thank God for that. I have just enough padding in the middle that I don't look sickly. My eyes travel up to settle on my breasts, the top swells swollen over the tops of my bra cups and my blonde hair falls in waves to just above them. I do have a rather nice body if I do say so myself, but what gives me pause is my face. Are my cheeks too round? My nose too pointy? I've always had a few concerns with my face, which reminds me of a mix between a pixie and a cherub. Features that don't really go together, but somehow work.
    The more I think about what Frank had to say, the more I see it for what he was trying to say. He wasn't trying to hurt my feelings by saying I'm not attractive, but more in saying, what's to stop Julian from going somewhere else. Having more than one girl on the side. Am I the girl on the side? Could I someday become her?
    I know one thing's for sure, if we continue this relationship, we need to have a serious talk about boundaries. I won't share. Not now, not ever.
    Pushing the uncertainty from my mind, I rifle through my closet searching for something cool and comfortable. Grabbing a rather thin but modest gray a-line, knee length skirt from its hanger, I pair it up with a white shell tank with lacy trim and a light pink, short sleeve blouse, leaving it open. After slipping my feet into a pair of dove gray peep toes, I call Ashley to make plans for tonight.
    She answers on the second ring. “Hey Tanya. What's up?” She sounds rather