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Lucas shook his head. “No, she didn’t. She’s not your boss, Christina. I am. And I’m telling you that you did a good job. So chin up.” He remembered nibbling that chin…
She gave a loud sigh of relief. “Thanks, I appreciate you cutting me a little slack. I’m just a bit overwhelmed with school and this job. I mean, not so overwhelmed that I can’t do the job, but… well, you remember how it is.”
He sat down and propped his elbows on the desk. He nodded slowly, “I do remember how it is. My first internship was a complete disaster.”
She looked at him coyly. “Was that the time you were caught in the supply closet with the president’s secretary?”
He looked up suddenly and bit his lip. “You heard that story, huh.”
“Among others,” she said, her head bobbing. “Your dad was very proud of your sexploits for some reason.”
“Well, now you know why I’m such a big believer in the employee handbook.”
She spotted the incorrect ad sheet on his desk, partially stained with coffee. She reached for it and asked, “So I can redo the layout?”
He shrugged. “I can call it up on his computer and take care of it. No need for you to worry about it.”
“No, please, let me do it. Let me prove that I can do it right.”
Lucas studied her face for a moment longer than he’d meant to. He cleared his throat and said, “Why don’t we work on it together? That should save us both a little time. Come on around the desk and I’ll pull up the file.”
She came around the desk and he moved out of the chair, making way for her to sit at the computer. He held the chair as she sat down. She scooted in close and put her hand on the mouse and started making adjustments to the layout on the screen.
“That’s it,” he said, standing close enough to smell the scent of her shampoo. Her hair was up in a ponytail, exposing her neck. His eyes went down at the back of her neck and followed it as it disappeared into the collar of her blouse.
He inhaled deeply, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into her soft flesh. He felt himself getting hard. As Christina worked on the design, he moved around the desk and sat down; hoping his erection would subside by the time the ad layout was finished.
CHAPTER SIX
Lucas had stared too long at the marketing reports. He turned away from the computer and leaned back to close his eyes. The first image that came to mind was a teenage Christina, moving toward him, wearing a purple string bikini.
The memory of her young voice rang in his ear. “Lucas! What are you doing?”
Lucas glanced up from his book to see his future stepsister sauntering his way. He’d been relaxing in a hammock tied between two oak trees and thought he had the place to himself. She was supposed to be out shopping with her friends and he had no idea where their parents were.
This week of hanging out with family old and new had been harder than he thought, thanks to the silly, teenage girl who seemed to take great pleasure in teasing him. Christina was nineteen now, and it was getting harder and harder to simply think of her as his kid stepsister.
“What are you wearing?” he asked, laying the book conspicuously over his crotch.
She was dressed in skimpy purple bikini that showed off nearly every inch of her young, tanned body. The straps were nothing more than strings that could have easily been untied with one tug at the end. That’s all it would take to bare those luscious breasts, he though. And the bottom wasn’t much more secure. He could have her out of the skimpy suit in two seconds flat.
“What does it look I’m wearing?” she asked sarcastically, holding out her hands, glancing down at herself.
“It looks like you’re wearing purple string,” he said, sounding very much like a prude. He diverted his eyes toward the pool at the back of the property. “Are you going for a swim?”
“I’m going to work on my tan.”
“Here? Why wouldn’t you go lay out by the pool?”
“I thought I’d keep you company.”
“Oh.”
She spread a towel out on the grass a few feet from the hammock. He nearly groaned out loud when she bent over to smooth out the edges. As every nerve in his body jumped to attention, he tried to avert his eyes. Did the little minx have any idea what she was doing to him?
She reached down and pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion. She reached behind and tugged the string loose so the bikini top hung freely over her breasts, barely covering her nipples.
“Can you put some on my back?” she asked with an innocent pout. “I burn easily.”
