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Brent opened the door for me like a gentleman while the chauffeur loaded our bags into the trunk. When we were both in the car and we turned out of the airport, I expected Brent to be all over me. He had been majorly turned on all day, and it had been impossible to miss the bulge in his pants for most of the day. It was flattering that he was so turned on by me. After struggling to get him to notice me for a year, he couldn’t seem to forget about me now.
I looked out of the window at the city sliding by, and my thoughts drifted from Brent and his impressive cock to Morgan and my sister. It was on my mind all the time, even when I tried to forget.
It had been the right thing to do when I had arranged to meet with Morgan. I’d had a lot of questions that were now partially answered. At the same time, I was more confused than ever. I didn’t know how I felt about having a sister and the possibility of meeting her.
When I’d told Morgan that I didn’t want to meet Zoe yet, she had seemed disappointed. I hadn’t asked how long the whole case had been going on for. Maybe I should have. Maybe Zoe had been waiting for me for years. But I wasn’t ready to meet her. Until now, I had seen myself in a certain way. Being an only child was a label of sorts, a way of looking at life. And I was happy. Everything was perfect the way it was.
How much would meeting a sister change that? I doubted she would change my life in a drastic way. We were both adults—it wasn’t like we were going to live together and I’d suddenly have to share my room and my toys. But still, it was a big thing to me, and I wasn’t sure if meeting Zoe would make everything different.
Before I met her, I wanted to talk to my mom one more time. I needed to know what she thought, how she felt about it. I knew my mom would encourage me to do whatever it was that I wanted to do, but it would affect her. She was already hurt that she hadn’t known I had a sister. Or sisters. To tell her I was going to make contact with family I hadn’t grown up with wouldn’t be easy for my mom, no matter how noble she was trying to be about it.
We arrived at my apartment, and I was pulled out of my thoughts. We climbed out of the car, and Brent offered to help me carry my luggage up to my place. Who said chivalry was dead? But Brent was from a different generation where manners and respect still meant something.
“Do you want to stay for a drink?” I asked after Brent carried my suitcases all the way to my bedroom.
He nodded. “I’d like that.”
He followed me to the kitchen, and I opened my fridge. “I only have box wine,” I admitted.
“Box wine is perfectly fine.” Brent smiled, but I knew it was a lie. He only had the best of everything, and box wine was probably so far beneath him it had dropped off the food chain completely. But he was being nice. I poured us each a glass, and we sat down together in the living room.
“How are you feeling?” Brent asked. “You seem a little distracted.”
I nodded. “I’m still trying to process all the information. I’m not sure what I feel yet.”
“It’ll take a bit of time. But you should consider yourself lucky. Some people never even find out they have a family.”
I hadn’t looked at it like that. I liked the way he let me look at it.
“I don’t want to talk about it tonight,” I said. “I want to forget and have a good time.”
“Done,” Brent said, and I knew he would do his best to distract me. I had something in mind to occupy my thoughts. When I had finished my glass of wine, I stood up.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
I walked to the bedroom and unzipped one of the suitcases. I changed into lingerie I’d bought when Brent had gone to the tech shop, a red sheer teddy that showed off my breasts. I wore a red thong with it, complete with garter belt, stockings, and high heels that matched. I looked like a model, a Victoria’s Secret Angel.
I turned and looked at my ass in the mirror, wiggling it. I grinned. After what I was planning on doing with Brent, I would better be classified as a fallen angel.
Brent was still in the living room. The wine had taken the edge off, and I felt sexy and daring. I swung my hips from side to side as I walked to the living room. I felt light and airy and on top of my game. I wanted Brent to drool over me.
