Mine: A Stepbrother Romance: (With bonus novel Bossy!) by Kim Linwood Page B
Authors: Kim Linwood
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unlikely it’s crazy. No way that’s a fucking coincidence.
After the way she and her mother were made to leave, I’m trying to picture Liz competing to marry me, and I laugh softly. Nah, the daggers in her eyes that day were lethal. I’d forced myself to stay when Dad told them, because it’d be my last chance to see her before he shipped me off to boarding school, but I think she’d have been just as happy if I hadn’t been there.
I turn over, trying to find a good sleeping position, but my mind won’t let go. I was sixteen, for Christ’s sake. What could I have done back then? Nothing.
What can I do now? I can get rid of her early. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Hell, my island’s crawling with hot babes. If I wanted to, I bet I could find some private time with at least some, and probably most of them, by the time the show’s done.
Each time I try to picture one of them under me, though, she immediately turns into a certain curvy redhead with one green and one brown eye. Obviously, that’s not even an option.
That brings me to the alternative, which is to figure out what she’s up to. To draw her out and find a way to force her to show her hand. I entertain the idea of seducing her, and my sheet tents at the thought, but I’m probably the last guy she’s going to want to screw.
So why is she here?
No, it’s not the light that’s keeping me awake.
It’s Liz.
And my fucking father’s idiotic show.
And my stomach, which rumbles like an earthquake.
One of those at least I can do something about.
Throwing the sheet aside, I get up and stretch my toes, before setting course for the kitchen. My foot bangs into something hard, and I hiss a soft “Fuck,” between my teeth. Even with the light from the moon, I still manage to trip over the cot we dragged into my room for Danny to sleep on. I try to catch my balance, but end up sprawled across his legs.
“Bloody hell! What’s going—” He sits up, eyes blurry, looking like he’s expecting to find us under attack. “For fucks sake, there’s a house full of women who want to jump your bones but you end up in my bed? I don’t know if I should be concerned or flattered.”
I give him a shove and a kick for good measure as I get back up. “Oh, shut the fuck up.”
The house might have a ton of rooms, but between the girls and the TV crew, he’s had to give up his usual room to the camera guys. Not exactly what you might expect from a fancy butler, but the viewers at home won’t know, and it’s not like we didn’t share closer quarters during my stint at boarding school.
He yawns and lies back down. “Going out on a midnight search for love?”
“Midnight search for meat, more like.”
“Ah, then you did come to the right place.” Danny grabs his crotch suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. “Except, I hate to disappoint, but I’m saving myself for the right girl.”
“However will I survive?”
“Life is full of disappointment, Sir. Better to learn the lesson young. Now get the hell out and let me sleep.”
He buries his face in his pillow, flipping me off as I slip out the door to see what’s left in my pantry. They brought in a shitload of food with the show, but they’ve been helping themselves to whatever they can find as well. Fucking scavengers.
I walk by Liz’s room, trailing my fingers over her door. It’s cracked open just a tiny bit, and I resist the urge to go in and shake her awake, demanding to know what she’s doing here.
Her room and the one her mother used before they left were the first to go when my father got it in his head to start renovating. Fortunately, for the sake of the house, he got bored with it just as fast, moving on to more exciting things like tennis courts.
We don’t even play tennis.
Thank fucking God the trust fund from my mother’s side doesn’t pay out in one lump sum. I would’ve come home to find a life-size model steam train puffing around the island like a tropical
After the way she and her mother were made to leave, I’m trying to picture Liz competing to marry me, and I laugh softly. Nah, the daggers in her eyes that day were lethal. I’d forced myself to stay when Dad told them, because it’d be my last chance to see her before he shipped me off to boarding school, but I think she’d have been just as happy if I hadn’t been there.
I turn over, trying to find a good sleeping position, but my mind won’t let go. I was sixteen, for Christ’s sake. What could I have done back then? Nothing.
What can I do now? I can get rid of her early. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Hell, my island’s crawling with hot babes. If I wanted to, I bet I could find some private time with at least some, and probably most of them, by the time the show’s done.
Each time I try to picture one of them under me, though, she immediately turns into a certain curvy redhead with one green and one brown eye. Obviously, that’s not even an option.
That brings me to the alternative, which is to figure out what she’s up to. To draw her out and find a way to force her to show her hand. I entertain the idea of seducing her, and my sheet tents at the thought, but I’m probably the last guy she’s going to want to screw.
So why is she here?
No, it’s not the light that’s keeping me awake.
It’s Liz.
And my fucking father’s idiotic show.
And my stomach, which rumbles like an earthquake.
One of those at least I can do something about.
Throwing the sheet aside, I get up and stretch my toes, before setting course for the kitchen. My foot bangs into something hard, and I hiss a soft “Fuck,” between my teeth. Even with the light from the moon, I still manage to trip over the cot we dragged into my room for Danny to sleep on. I try to catch my balance, but end up sprawled across his legs.
“Bloody hell! What’s going—” He sits up, eyes blurry, looking like he’s expecting to find us under attack. “For fucks sake, there’s a house full of women who want to jump your bones but you end up in my bed? I don’t know if I should be concerned or flattered.”
I give him a shove and a kick for good measure as I get back up. “Oh, shut the fuck up.”
The house might have a ton of rooms, but between the girls and the TV crew, he’s had to give up his usual room to the camera guys. Not exactly what you might expect from a fancy butler, but the viewers at home won’t know, and it’s not like we didn’t share closer quarters during my stint at boarding school.
He yawns and lies back down. “Going out on a midnight search for love?”
“Midnight search for meat, more like.”
“Ah, then you did come to the right place.” Danny grabs his crotch suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. “Except, I hate to disappoint, but I’m saving myself for the right girl.”
“However will I survive?”
“Life is full of disappointment, Sir. Better to learn the lesson young. Now get the hell out and let me sleep.”
He buries his face in his pillow, flipping me off as I slip out the door to see what’s left in my pantry. They brought in a shitload of food with the show, but they’ve been helping themselves to whatever they can find as well. Fucking scavengers.
I walk by Liz’s room, trailing my fingers over her door. It’s cracked open just a tiny bit, and I resist the urge to go in and shake her awake, demanding to know what she’s doing here.
Her room and the one her mother used before they left were the first to go when my father got it in his head to start renovating. Fortunately, for the sake of the house, he got bored with it just as fast, moving on to more exciting things like tennis courts.
We don’t even play tennis.
Thank fucking God the trust fund from my mother’s side doesn’t pay out in one lump sum. I would’ve come home to find a life-size model steam train puffing around the island like a tropical
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