Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories (The Flirts! Collection) by Lisa Scott Page A

Her mother hurried over to her. “Come on. Wayne is very punctual,” she said.
    She’d met Wayne a few times and he was nice enough. She was happy for her mother. Carly was going to be her only attendant and she felt guilty for being late. “Sorry, Mom, I had a charity thing last night. I was out late.” Images from the night before swirled in her head. It really had been quite incredible.
    “Meet anyone interesting?”
    She closed her eyes and swore she could still feel his hands on her, the way his lips had caressed her. Hell, she swore she could smell him. “No, I didn’t,” she lied.
    “Well, come over here. I want you to met your new brother.”
    Sighing, she opened her eyes and saw Wayne walking toward her.
    With his arm around Clark.

    ***

    Shit, this is some kind of joke, right? He walked over to Dad’s new bride-to-be, Delilah, and her daughter—the woman he’d just left, after a night of Penthouse-worthy fun an hour earlier.
    Her eyes were wide and her face was pale. Her mother clapped. “Isn’t this exciting? You always wanted a brother, and now you have one!”
    She didn’t move. “What’s wrong, Carly?” her mother asked.
    Carly? She’d given him a fake name!
    She shook her head. “I have the feeling we’ve met before. Clark, isn’t it?”
    Her mom frowned. “No, it’s Rob. Wouldn’t that have been funny if you two knew each other?”
    He reached out his hand and did his best to stifle a grin. “Nice to meet you, sis.”
    She took his hand and squeezed it hard. “Yes, very nice to meet you, Rob .”
    “Carly, is it?” He rubbed his chin. “You don’t look like a Carly to me.”
    They stood there staring at each other, and his father finally broke the silence. “Rob, you didn’t need to get dressed up for the rehearsal. Why don’t you take off your tie?”
    Rob stepped back and straightened the knot at his throat. “No, I’m fine, Dad. I wasn’t sure how casual this was going to be.” He smoothed his tie down. “I’ll leave it on.”
    Carly faked a cough, probably trying not to laugh about the hickey he was hiding.
    “As you can see, Carly didn’t do much with herself. I do hope you’re planning to fix your hair before the reception, dear,” her mother said, frowning.
    Carly looked indignant. It was a cute look on her.
    “I can give you a lift home, if you’d like,” Rob offered.
    Delilah set her hand on his arm. “What a wonderful gesture. It’ll give you two a little time to get to know each other better. I want you two to be real close, just like a brother and sister.” She looped her other arm through Carly’s. “I’m so excited to start this new happy little family.”
    “I need a bathroom,” Carly said with her hand over her stomach. She turned from him and tried to flee, but her mother pulled her back. “Honey, you and Rob are walking down the aisle together. Line up. The rehearsal’s starting.”
    He held up his elbow to escort her and she narrowed her eyes, then looped her arm through his. “Not one word,” she hissed at him.
    “I could never do something like that to my new sister.”
    She tried to step on his shoe, but he was too quick for her.
    They lined up and waited for their cue. “I must say, you look even more radiant—although that could be due to all your blushing.”
    She smiled and talked through clenched teeth. “Shut up, or I’ll take your tie off.”
    The idea didn’t seem half bad. Because even though the vixen from the night before was his new step-sister, that didn’t do anything to stop the desire pounding through him to the beat of more, more, more.
    He caught her stealing glances at him throughout the rehearsal. As bold as she’d been in bed, she’d definitely hadn’t been lying about not doing the one-night boogie very often. She seemed truly mortified the day after. And while she was trying to flash him nasty looks, he knew lust when he saw it. She was probably feeling as conflicted as he was.
    And hopefully just