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“Fuck,” I mutter, staring at her photo. Why does she have to be so fucking confident and vulnerable and easy to talk to?
All right, change of plans. I’ll just ease Drake out of Mia’s life. We’ll chat online for a bit—no more video chats because I can’t risk her finding out the truth. And after a while, one of us will just end things online, and everything will be fine. God, what the fuck am I thinking?
As long as I don’t see her in person and she never comes to the club, I have nothing to worry about.
With that, I type out my response and hit Send.
Hey beautiful. Tell me about your day.
PARTTWO
THE CLUB
RULE #18: CRAZY IDEAS ARE SOMETIMES THE BEST IDEAS.
Garrett
“You look refreshed,” Emerson announces as I waltz into the boardroom on my first day back to Salacious after five days at the lake. He stands from his chair and greets me with a half-hug, half-pat on the back.
“Thanks. I feel refreshed,” I reply.
“Good. The tan looks good on you.” His eyes linger on my face for a moment with a mischievous expression painting his features.
I squint my eyes at him. “What’s that look for?”
As we take our seats around the table, with a smile, he replies, “You know what it’s for.”
Ah, Mia. Of course. Why did I have to tell him everything? I hate the way he’s looking at me right now. Like I’m one second away from being blissfully attached like he is.
Bad news, I’m not.
“For the record, I didn’t fuck my sister,” I say.
At that very moment, Hunter walks in, his dark curly hair catching my attention and the sharp blue suit he always wears.
Right as he hears my announcement, regarding the non-sister fucking, he laughs. “Well, that’s good to hear.”
“He means his stepsister,” Emerson adds.
“Oh, that’s only a little creepy then.”
Emerson looks back at me. “What happened? Why didn’t you?”
Why didn’t I? Did he miss the part about her being my stepsister? How about her being thirteen years younger than me and someone I’ve known longer than is socially acceptable. “Well, let’s see,” I say. “Mostly because she’s avirgin.”
Emerson’s eyebrows pinch inward in confusion. “Mia?”
Exactly the response I was expecting. No one would take one look at my gorgeous stepsister and think for a second that that girl was cut out for celibacy. She’s adventurous, beautiful, and outwardly sexual in a way I didn’t notice until this week.
“Yes.”
“Isn’t she like…twenty-three?” Emerson asks.
“And drop-dead gorgeous,” Hunter adds.
“Yes and yes.”
Emerson is still deep in thought, holding his chin in his hand as he stares at me. “But wait…what does that have to do with anything?”
