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“It’s complicated,” I say, realizing I’m on the defensive. “I was…”
“Busy?” she says, her eyes sparkling. “Yeah, I get that. But youneed to understand that I’m also busy with work. And as much as I enjoyed our night together, that comes first.”
That comes first.
I want to punch myself.
She’s right.
Georgina is the most attractive woman I’ve ever met, but she’s nothing compared to my bond with my twin brother. We are practically strangers.
There's no reason for me to be even slightly bothered by her simply doing her job, particularly when it wasn't motivated by ill intentions. Moreover, there's even less justification for me to be upset that she hadn't reached out to me beforehand.
We were just two people that went on some dates and then had sex.Once.
It means next to nothing. Perhaps if we made our sexual activities a regular routine and we startedto feel things for each other, I could have asked her to do things like pull the article down.
But not now.
Right now, since we are still people who were nothing to each other, I hadto keep my plan in mind. To get her to like me enough to stop writing those articles.
I’m going back to plan A.
“Fine,” I say, turning to leave. I want to punch myself for not listening to Alex Payne and trying to fix Theo’s problems. For letting myself be disappointed by Georgina.
But then again, she’d told me exactly what I needed to hear.
“Wait,” Georgina suddenly says as my hand reaches for the doorknob. For the first time all night, she sounds…uncertain.
I turn back to her. Her eyes are still glittering, perhaps with amusement. But then, there’s another emotion.
Desire.
She places a hand on my arm. “I’m a journalist, and your brother is a politician,” she murmurs, her eyes on me. “But that doesn’t need to affect us, does it?”
And then, she leans over and brushes her lips across mine.
CHAPTER14
GIGI
Brandon slips his arms around my waist and kisses me hard, as if his life depends on it.
My insides burn with flaming desire. I want to lead him to my bedroom and ride him till the insides of my thighs are chafed and raw.
But a part of my brain is asking me what the hell I’m doing. I wassupposed to wean myself off Bran so I could return to a normal life without him in it.
He kisses my neck, and my thoughts are flooded with the needto have him inside me.
“You make me so fucking crazy, Georgina,” he growls.
Goosebumps pop on my skin. Every time he says my name, I cave in a little more.
As if I need more caving.
He frees me of my pants. I’m wearing a thong underneath, and Bran takes a step back and looks down at me, his eyes smoldering. I’m not nervous or shy under his gaze.
I only feel sensual.
