Falling for the Ghost of You by Nicole Christie Page A

and smirks.  "No.  This is my step sister.  Why don't you get dressed?"
    Supermodel pouts prettily.  She stretches up to whisper something in his ear, making him chuckle sexily.  He puts a hand on her hip and murmurs something back.
    What the hell?   I'm standing there awkwardly, trying to look everywhere but at them.  Why am I the only one embarrassed here?  They're the half-naked ones!
    Natassia mutters something in another language, then stalks back to the room, hips swaying seductively.  Zane's eyes seem glued to her butt.
    "I'll be right back," he says to me, then follows her into the room, shutting the door behind him.
    I'm rooted to the spot, waiting.  Should I leave?  They better not be having sex in there.
    It feels like hours have passed when they both finally reappear.  Natassia, to my relief, has on clothes.  She's wearing a thin gray dress, killer black boots, and a smug smile.  Zane's thrown on a long-sleeved shirt, left unbuttoned.  They both lo ok romantic and sexy, like the cover of a racy spy novel.
    As she is leaving, Ms. Supermodel throws a smirking look in my direction.  My polite smile slides off my face.  She says something to Zane in her language ( Russian , maybe?), over her shoulder.  He just laughs and shakes his head.
    Once she's gone, I turn to him.  "What did she say?  Was it something about me?"
    Zane shuts the door and regards me through half-lidded eyes.  "You don't want to know."
    I grimace and shift awkwardly.  "Is she your girlfriend?"
    "I don't have a girlfriend.  Got any bags?"
    "Um, yes, in the car."
    He holds up a hand.  "Give me your keys, and I'll get them for you.  Make yourself at home in the meantime."
    I fumble in my pocket for my keys, and toss it to him.  "Thank you."
    "No problem.  Be right back."
    Zane goes out the door, and I immediately start exploring.  The kitchen has a sliding glass door that opens right to the pool.  N ice. 
    I head over to the hallway.  The first room is small, and contains a queen sized bed, chest of drawers, and a antique looking vanity.  The window shows a view of the main house.  I smile in relief.  This will be perfectly fine for a month.  Okay, let's check out the bathroom.
    It's right next door and looks completely unused, which is great.  It has a toilet, a sink, and...
    No shower.
    I look around wildly.  Where's the shower?  Oh, this isn't good.
    I p eek my head in the other room—Z ane's room.  My eyes skim over the huge bed, dresser, desk, bookcase...and there's another door.  The master bath.
    I hear the front door and run back out.  Zane has all my bags, carrying them like they weigh nothing.
    "Why doesn't my bathroom have a shower?" I demand, as if it's his fault.
    "Because it doesn't.  The master bath has one," he says.  He moves past me into my bedroom.
    I follow and watch him dump my bags on the bed.  When I continue to stare at him, he raises an eyebrow.  "Is there a problem?"
    "Well, yeah!"  I throw my hands in the air.  "This isn't going to work!  I need to shower."
    "Shower in my bathroom," he says with a shrug.
    I stare at him, appalled.  "I can't just walk into your room!"
    "Yeah, you'd knock first, I hope.  It's no big deal, Violet."
    Zane walks back out and heads toward his room.  He stops in the doorway a nd gestures me over.  "Come on ."
    I stare at him warily.  I wish he would button his shirt.  I would be able to think better.  The open material frames his flawless skin and hard muscles.  I seriousl y feel like a perv right now—I can't stop peeking at his chest.
    Meanwhile, Zane is waiting.  He crosses his impressive arms over his impressive chest.  "Don't be scared, little girl," he taunts.  "I don't bite."
    Ugh!  " I do," I growl, and push past him.
    "I'll have to remember that."  He laughs.
    Did he take that to mean something dirty?  I don't see how, but you can never tell with guys.
    Oh, never mind.  I'm standing in Zane's room with him!  It smells like