STEPBROTHERS (3 Book Stepbrother Romance Collection) (43 page)

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nticed

Billionaire Stepbrother

Expecting my Billionaire Stepbrother’s Baby

SNAKE: a Stepbrother Romance

VULTURE: a Stepbrother Romance

SHARK: a Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

Kiss Me Again (a Second Chance Stepbrother Romance)

I
slammed
the door behind me and threw myself onto the bed.

This wasn’t happening. No fucking way did I let that happen!
He saw me bare, raw, and he hadn’t blinked an eye.

Painful pricks at my eyes threatened to bring on a wash of salty tears, but I willed myself not to cry. If I started, that would be it. It would be over, and I’d end up in a puddle of my own mess, ready to throw in the towel when I’d just got here. I had to calm myself down, but first I smothered my head with the pillow and screamed.

What had I done? How in holy hell did I think it was going to be OK for me to waltz around naked in a strange apartment when there’d been a remote chance that he could’ve seen me? Had I wanted him to come home and catch me like that?

I groaned into the pillow again.
Yes.
Maybe I had… and there must be some truth to it if that was one of my first thoughts after being caught. Shit, what was I going to do? Act like it was an unfortunate misunderstanding and get on with caring for his child?

No way would he believe me… I’ve screwed up royally this time.

There were a couple of knocks at the bedroom door, and then it swung open. I spun around and sat up, gathering the covers around my still naked body.

“What the hell are you doing? Get out!” I yelled, not knowing why I was so furious at him. He wasn’t the one who’d humiliated himself…

Drake switched on a side light at the wall and closed the door. “Well, if you haven’t noticed,” he said, his arm going wide, “this is my room, and you are in my bed. Naked.”

You have got to be shitting me.

Silenced, I stared at him in shock. He must think I’m the craziest person alive.

“Wait, you said the adjoining room was mine,” I said, my mind reeling with suspicion.
The bastard had tricked me!

The tears were coming now as I saw this whole charade for what it was – a trap. “You wanted to make a fool out of me, didn’t you? You wanted to catch me in here so you’d have an excuse to fire me and get me out of your house!”

I shuffled forward on my knees with the cover wrapped around me. “You never wanted me around in the first place. You only agreed to it because Barbara forced you into it. How could I be so stupid…?” I trailed off, the wind in my sails fading away.

“God, you’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” Drake said.

I blinked. I was losing my mind. The words that had tumbled from his mouth didn’t make any sense; I hadn’t heard him correctly, obviously… There was no way he’d just told me I was beautiful.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he said and moved closer to the edge of the bed. “Did you know your freckles go a shade darker when you’re furious?”

“I… Are you drunk?” I asked stunned. No one had ever noticed that before.

His feet moved as far as they could at the bottom of the bed. Drake swayed a little. “No,” he replied, but the tell-tale whisky vapours swirled in the air all about him.

As long as I’d known Drake, he’d never got drunk. Yes, he’d have a few beers, but nothing like this. Perhaps I didn’t know him very well after all… but I sensed that something was off behind his brooding eyes.

“What is it Drake? What’s happened?”

“Shut up,” he demanded, and in an instant his hot breath, lips and tongue were on me, claiming me. Taking me as I’d always imagined he would.