Shattered Hart by Ella Fox

weeks ago he bit off my head when I'd suggested that Sabrina would make a good project manager.  I don't know what's going on with him though, because he's always busy lately and I hardly see him outside of work.
    Whatever is going on with him doesn't seem to be affecting Sabrina though.  She practically radiates joy and light, even more than usual.  In addition to being his right hand at work, she's become his best friend, so since she hasn't said anything about his behavior, I assume that it's not something major. He seems fine tonight, and that helps put my mind at ease, at least where he's concerned. 
    I can’t dwell on it, because Brooke's sitting right next to me, and as usual it's all I can do to concentrate.  It should be illegal to smell as good as she does, to have a voice that draws me in like a sirens song.   A big part of me suspects that Brooke was sent in to my life as punishment for all the terrible things that I did. What other reason could the universe have for putting a girl that pulls draws me to her like no one else ever has?  It’s torture, pure and simple.
    After dinner, we all head off to see a show at the Mirage.   Glutton for p unishment that I am, I made sure when I handed out the tickets that Brooke would be sitting next to me at the show .  I know this is ridiculous , but I can't be ar not to be near her.
    We all head back to the hotel after the show to drop Brooke off because Delilah, Dominique and Spencer decided that they want to go clubbing.  Brooke says that she’s tired, but I can tell that’s a load of crap.  With a smile and a wave, she heads off for the elevators.
    After telling my sisters and Spence that I’m going to spend the night in with Brooke, I run after her.  "Hey.  Are you okay?"
    Giving me a smile, she nods .  "Yes, of course.  Don't tell the others, I just don't feel up to clubbing here after what happened last night."
    Of course! How dense am I?  Dammit, this is my fault.  She was put in harm’s way because I’m an asshole.
    "I am so fucking sorry that I wasn't there last night sweetheart.  None of this ever would happened if I'd done what I should have and come with you.  I put you in jeopardy with my selfishness."
    Shoving at my chest, she glare s at me .  "Stop it.  You aren't responsible for what happened.  I'm the one that made the bad choice of dancing with that fool."
    As the elevator arrives, she steps in.   "Have fun tonight.  I'll see you all in the morning."
    Does she really imagine that I’m just going to go off and club for the rest of the night while she stays here?
    "Seriously?   You really thought I was just going to leave you alone?  Obviously, I'm staying here with you.  How about we order some dessert from room service and watch a movie?"
    I’m sure she’s going to fight me about this, but I have no intention of leaving her alone.  I’m downright shocked when she just smiles and says, "That sounds like fun.  Thank you."
    Once we’re in Brooke’s suite, we spend a few minutes perusing the room service menu, picking out desserts.   She picks a slice of chocolate cake and I get a black and white milkshake.   Lord knows I could use the cooling off.
    After I place the order, I head to my room to change. When I get back to Brooke’s suite, I immediately regret suggesting a change to more casual clothing.  She’s change d in to a pair of emerald green silk boxer shorts and a tiny white midriff baring t-shirt … and it’s clear she isn’t wearing a bra.  It’s not slutty, but I can just make out the faintest impression of her nipples.  
    It takes all of my inner reserves to keep my hands off of her and continue walking to the couch area.  Grabbing the remote, I start going through the on demand channels as we decide what movie to watch.  Eventually we settle on “Paranormal Activity.”
    The struggle not to touch her is getting harder by the moment. Once room service arrives, I grab on to my milkshake like