My New Stepbrother
"Hey, son, say hello to your new stepsister," my stepdad says.
Oh my God, this can't be happening.
It turns out I have already met my stepbrother.
And I kissed him last night in the restroom of a nightclub.
Claimed by the Hotel Owner
"You know it isn't safe for a young woman to squat in a closet," Chris says.
I clench my fist, resisting the impulse to snarl, It's not like I was squatting for fun. "My choices were limited."
A startled noise escapes my mouth when he draws me onto his lap.
"Then you're stuck with me, Jewel," he says in a low voice.
Before I can say anything, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me.
To my complete and utter surprise, I'm not repulsed by his kiss. In fact, I'm having quite the opposite reaction. I open my lips, allowing him to plunge his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like whipped cream and fine espresso.
Found by the Cowboy
Just as I get out of the barn, I bump into a man.
In my head, I say all of the English curse words I know and a few Mandarin ones as well.
Not only did I bump into a man, but I bumped into a big man. Since I'm only a half-inch over five feet, most people are taller than me, but this man is a freaking giant. And not only is he taller than me, but he's also significantly wider with pure muscle. He looks like someone who can tame any horse or bull.
He's also very good-looking, but I shouldn't be thinking about that right now.
"Um, hi, how do you do, sir?" I ask because I'm an idiot. I check his jeans. Doesn't look like he's armed, so he (probably) won't shoot me for trespassing on his property.
"Fine, except for finding a strange woman on my property," he says dryly.
Claimed by the Lawyer
"Not a fan of strip clubs?" I ask him.
"No," he says.
I wonder if he's one of those people who think strip clubs are immoral or if he's a married man whose conscience is bothered by his current surroundings. For some reason, I feel relief when I check his hands and see no rings on any of his fingers.
"If you're not a fan, why didn't you leave with your client?" I ask.
"I don't like the idea of you sitting on another man's lap."
My eyes pop out of their sockets. I was not expecting that answer.
Security Risk
He shakes his head. "You're going to stay at my place tonight."
I gape at him. "Um, what?" Maybe I heard him wrong.
He repeats, enunciating every word, "You're. Going. To. Stay. At. My. Place. Tonight."
My pulse races as I ask, "Why?"
"You might still be a security risk."
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