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My Stepbrother Knows How to Turn Me On
He’s my sexy baby.
Elliot gives me his suit coat to wear on the night of our parents’ wedding. “You looked like you were cold,” he says, defensive, when I glance at him with something like accusation in my eyes. Then he shrugs as if he’s unbothered by my trust issues. “It’s not every day I get to act like a gentleman.”
“Are you a gentleman, though?” I ask, drawing the coat tighter around my body. “I saw you out there flirting on the dance floor. You wanted me to see you, didn’t you? How you went from girl to girl?”
“Why would I care if you were watching me?” But there’s something underlying in his words. Something I don’t know quite how to interpret. With him, every expectation is subverted, and I never know how to react. He trips me up so much that all I want to do is crush my body to his and find out if there really is any chemistry between us with this subtle heat we’ve had going for months. “Go get that head of yours checked, Millie. No guy’s going to humble himself for you just to be your dream guy.”
But I sense the lies in his words. His dark eyes are fighting so hard not to show emotion. Once again, he’s not allowing me to see the real him.
And it pisses me the hell off.
