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“Never,” I say, and hang up the phone. I stare at it for a long time before setting it down and running a hand through my hair. When have I ever turned down that kind of an opportunity? I would never have said no before… but that was before meeting my beautiful stepsister.
* * *
I don’t sleep well that night. For a while I can’t even get to sleep because my mind’s still racing with the implications of everything that’s happened over the last twenty-four hours. It feels too hot in my room, and eventually I end up stripping off my shirt and flinging the covers off. Eventually I do drift off into an uneasy doze, and when I do, I dream.
Frankie’s here with me in bed, her gorgeous curves perfectly illuminated in the moonlight that’s coming in through the window. She’s naked, and her pert breasts feel perfect in my hands as she straddles me, watching me with those gorgeous, tentative, dark eyes. She leans down to kiss me, and I can feel myself getting hard at the feeling of her on top of me, pulling a hand away from her chest to run my thumb over her cheekbone and brush it across her lips. The tension is too much, and I grab her by the waist, spinning us both on the bed, and before she can say anything I’ve flipped her over, pinning her underneath me. She lets out a surprised gasp that’s enough to drive me crazy, and I kiss a trail down her neck and between her breasts. My mouth moves further down, over her stomach, to the junction between her thighs, which I part slowly with my hands, dipping my head…
Then I wake up, jerking in bed like I’ve been shocked. The sheets are damp with sweat, and in an instant I realize I’m hard. Groaning in frustration, I pull the blanket back over me, burrowing deeper into the bed and hoping a more restful bout of sleep will come to me. I feel almost insane from desire, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t scare me a little.
Usually, I’m good at keeping my cool when there are others around, but here, in my own head, the confusion is hitting me full-force. I’ve never been this hung up on anyone before, especially not someone I’ve only spoken to a handful of times. But I guess that’s the thing about attraction – there’s no logic to it. It’s like magic, and Frankie has me under her spell, whether she knows it or not.
Tomorrow’s going to be an interesting one, that much is obvious.
* * *
I’m surprised to discover that I’m actually able to get some work done today, which is a relief, considering how many unanswered voicemails were piling up on my phone. I spend most of the morning at the dining room table, typing away at my laptop and trying to get as much done as I can before we go to Gertie’s house. Fueled by coffee, I end up satisfied with what I’ve accomplished. By the time Dad comes downstairs and tells me to start getting ready to go, I’m ready to pull the plug for the day and see what new adventure one Frankie Fordham has in store for me.
I usually don’t put too much effort into my appearance when I’m not going to a party or a business event. I’m aware that I’m good-looking – it’s not a matter of cockiness, just self-assuredness – and generally I don’t feel the need to get dressed up for anything other than the most fancy of occasions.
Today, though, I find myself struggling to decide what to wear, what cologne to put on, and how to style my hair. I know I’m being ridiculous, reminding myself of my mom back when she was getting ready for a date with some douchebag after her divorce. Eventually I settle on a t-shirt and dark jeans, going for a cool, casual look. After finger-combing my hair and spritzing myself with a little Drakkar Noir, I go outside to the driveway, where Dad is leaning against the Range Rover.
He raises his eyebrows at me.
“I wasn’t expecting you to look this good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say, smiling. “Have to make a good second impression, isn’t that what they say?”
“Something like that,” he replies. “Come on, let’s head out.”
It’s astonishing how turned on I can feel myself getting just from the anticipation of going over to Frankie’s place. Keeping my hands off her is going to be a challenge, but I think at this point even just getting to see her and talk to her again would be enough for me. Not that I would mind if something else happened, though.
I should probably be more freaked out about the fact that my dad is marrying her mom, I think as we turn off the highway and into Gertie’s neighborhood. But for some reason, I’m not. I know that the idea of falling in love with my step-sister is weird, and probably a bit of a turn-off for most people, but for some reason, the risk of it makes it even more sexy to me. I’ve never had something like this happen, and between how taboo it all is and the fact that my attraction to her seems to be getting stronger with every hour that passes, the fact that we’ll soon be legally related couldn’t be further from my mind.
