Chapter 1
Miranda
I don’t know how he’s managed to make me feel this way. I feel sick, like there’s something wrong with me. If I told anyone they’d probably never speak to me again. Even Amy, my best friend… But I can’t control myself anymore, I can feel my mind slipping if I avoid this topic any longer; this urge . I’m such a pervert for him, and he doesn’t even know it yet. Or maybe he does, since we have been flirting quite a bit over the last few months. Son of a bitch, he’s got me right in his hands and he knows it. He probably wants it just as bad as I do.
Get yourself together, girl ! Hell, what’s wrong with me? The man I want so bad, the body I lust after… It belongs to the man I grew up with. We shared a bedroom for Christ’s sake and I watched him grow into the man he is today… The gorgeous, rich, and arrogant businessman I know as my stepbrother.
His name is Scott and he’s richer than anybody I know. The bastard runs his own company doing god knows what. My mom always tells him he doesn’t even need to work anymore. She wonders why he stays in the city at all considering he’s earned upwards of two billion dollars. He could retire at this point if he really wanted to, go build a tropical resort style mansion in Bora Bora and live there like a king.
But he’s a workaholic, and a damn successful one. He was always smarter than me in school, but I was lucky if the asshole would ever help me with my homework. Needless to say, if it weren’t for his good looks I don’t know if I’d want the prick at all. He’s a handful when it comes to dealing with him. Say one wrong thing and he throws it in your face like the prick he is.
But I can’t help myself. I want his body. I want his lips pressed against mine. I want to feel my tongue sliding down those washboard abs and landing on his crotch… And feeling that big dick I caught a glimpse of during college to be inserted right between my legs.
Oh my god, you’re disgusting . I feel like crying as I go over the scenario in my head… The nasty fantasy I have about him coming onto me. Maybe if I get him drunk he’ll loosen up and admit that he wants me just like I want him. I roll my eyes and laugh to myself. Yeah. That’ll be the day.
“Miranda? Hello , earth to Miranda.”
Oh yeah. That’s right. I’m at my job right now staring off into the depths of my computer screen daydreaming about my stepbrother when what I should be doing is working. My boss hovers over my cubicle and stares down at me with the douchebag expression he always wears. He’s got on the skinny tie and the slim fit trousers and he’s wearing a polka-dotted button up. He smiles when I finally make eye contact with him.
“Yes?”
“You getting anything done? I’ve been standing here for five minutes and you haven’t even moved the mouse.”
“Sorry sir, I was concentrating on something a little too hard. Sort of zoned out for a minute.”
“Concentrating on work, I presume?”
I smile and feel flustered, “Yes, yes. Of course.”
“I hope so. Cuts are coming.”
He walks off and glances back at me for a split second before shaking his head. Hands in his pockets, head looking towards the ground; it’s a classic moment of disappointment. Ugh, I hate him, but he’s right. If he knew what I’d really been fantasizing about he’d probably have asked me to leave right away. Maybe he’d have called the psych ward, too.
I don’t blame him. This isn’t right. I sigh, and it sounds pathetic. Leaning back in my computer chair, I stretch my arms out then place them casually behind my head. Goodness, I’ve really got to get my act together. This is becoming, um… Weird. These thoughts have been eating at me for the past three months and other than a bit of mild flirtation (which Scott probably thinks is totally innocent), I haven’t brought it up to him or given him any hints.
Now I feel like if
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