He looks away sharply.
I hook my arm over the back of the chair and scan the room. I need to behave. I prefer older guys because they’re more mature, but here I am, acting like a child.
I turn my attention back to Jacob. “I’m sorry for being a brat. It’s just that I like you, and my natural default setting when I like someone is to flirt. I can’t just switch that off. But I’ll do my best to tone it down.”
“We can’t flirt.”
“We’re not related, Jacob.”
“Not by blood. No. But your mum is my stepmum. My dad is your stepdad.”
“Yeah, I got that memo. Thanks. It’s not that big a deal.”
“Yes, it is.”
I throw up my hands. “Fine. Whatever. If I’d realised how fucking uptight you are, I’d never have flirted with you in the first place, let alone slept with you. Goodbye, Jacob. Have a nice life.”
Channelling my stroppy teenage years, I grab my balloon sword and storm out of the reception room. I’m done with fancying Jacob.
Yeah, right. If that’s true, why do I want him to follow me into the lift, pin me against the wall, and kiss me senseless?
Chapter 7
Jacob
So what if I’m uptight? One of us needs to make sensible decisions. If it were up to Archer, I’m pretty sure we’d be in his room by now, doing?—
Nope. Not going there.
I can’t think about how much I want to kiss him. I can’t think about how sinfully sexy he looks in a suit. I can’t think about how much I want his filthy mouth on my cock.
Do I want him so badly because I can’t have him? Does it even matter?
My skin prickles. I glance around the room. Molly is staring at me, her eyes narrowed like daggers. Does she think I’ve upset her son? Great.
I jump up and stride after Archer, who steps into the lift.
I jog across the hall and put my hand between the doors before they close. Archer leans against the back wall, bouncing the ridiculous balloon sword against his thigh. He lifts his head, jolts, and hides the sword behind his back. Only it’s still visible between his legs, which is ten times worse.
I step into the lift. “I’m sorry.”
The doors slide shut, and the lift ascends.
“What for?”
“You’re right. I’m being uptight about this. Can you blame me?”
He shrugs. “I’m sorry for acting like a child. The whole stepbrother thing is a big deal to you. I should respect that. I will respect that.”
“Thanks.”
The doors open.
Archer steps forward, but I’m standing in his way. Heat flushes to my cheeks as I fall over myself to let him pass.
I put my hand on the edge of one of the doors so they won’t close. “You’re staying here tonight?” Why am I asking that?
“Uh. Yeah. Aren’t you?”
