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“They’re not working you too hard at that internship, are they?”
“Uh, no,” I lie and hate myself for it. “The internship is fine.”
“It better not be my sons.” Trenton appears in the frame.
My heart jumps into my throat. “What?” I squeak.
Trenton doesn’t notice my reaction, because my mom is kissing his cheek. Ugh. Someone kill me now.
“I told Brady to keep his brothers in line, but you know how Dylan is. No one can tell him what to do. I hope he’s not throwing parties.”
“Oh,” I let out a strained laugh. “No parties. Everything is fine.” Lies. Lies. Lies.
“Glad to hear it. Hey, since you’re home, could you do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“I left an important document in my office and I need it. Could you scan it and email it to me?”
“Uh.” I’m not wearing my descenting lotion. “Sure, I can do it in a bit.”
“I don’t mean to pressure you, Quinn, but I need it now. A client got into some trouble, and we have a meeting in a bit. I can’t help them unless I have their contract to read through beforehand.”
I swallow. The guys are all gone. There’s no good excuse. Mom is grinning at me. She’s so happy. Trenton is stressing about a case, and that could ruin their trip. With unease tightening my chest, I nod and move toward my bedroom door.
“Sure, no problem. Mom said you all went dancing?” I ask, prompting a conversation to try and distract myself from the way my heart is battering my ribcage. My stomach flutters as I open the door.
The hand holding the phone trembles, but the trip downstairs provides an excuse for that.
It’s hard to breathe, the scent of forbidden alphas curling around me, seamlessly interlacing with my own scent. God, we smell so perfect together. My body heats and my cunt clenches, slick dampening my thighs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’ll have to open every window to air out the house before they get home.
Trenton’s office is a welcome escape. Here, it smells like my stepdads, and every ounce of desire shrivels up and dies.
“Check the top drawer,” Trenton instructs.
I set the phone on the desk, facing the camera toward the ceiling and away from my flushed face. There’s a stack of papers bundled together, and I flip through them, reading off the titles until I find the right one.
Mom and Trenton prattle on about something while I quickly scan the contract and send it to his email. Without seeming frantic, I put the papers back and flee.
I need the descenting lotion.
I need to air out the house.
I need?—
The front door slams shut right as I reach the stairs. My heart jumps into my throat, and I glance over my shoulder, spotting Brady frozen in place.
His nostrils flare, and he takes a deep breath, no doubt scenting the perfume he hates. I’m suddenly all too aware of how short this robe is and that I’m not wearing anything underneath. It’s just me, the soft material, and my slick-coated thighs. Those stormy eyes rip me apart.
“Who’s there?” Mom demands.
“Uh, Brady,” I say, voice a little breathy as I take him in. His tie is loose around his neck, the top button of his shirt undone. “He just got home.”
I start to head to my room, but then Trenton says, “Oh, good. I need to talk to him.”
