Bad Boy: A Stepbrother Romance(37)

My cheeks grew hot as I thought of him, and Gina arched an eyebrow. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Your face suddenly went red.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” I mumbled, gathering up my things.

“You look like you’re hiding something,” she said in a teasing tone. “Haven’t had a better job offer, have you?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No, of course not.”

She grinned widely. “Glad to hear it.”

Gina was right. I was hiding something from her and everyone else, although what I was hiding was more of a physical thing than a mental one…and it was a dodgy one at that. The toy Finn had gifted me was currently tucked away in a clean Ziploc bag in my handbag, seeing as it was the only place I’d thought of to hide it where one of the hotel maids wouldn’t discover it while I was out of my suite. I knew it was paranoid, but I was afraid they’d all giggle behind my back if they somehow found it in my room, viewing me as some kind of perverted loser who couldn’t get a real man to fulfil her needs.

I supposed I could get a real man if I wanted, but the only man—and the only cock—I wanted was Finn….and I hadn’t even slept with him, let alone seen his cock.

Yup, I’d officially become a perv—the kind of perv who kept vibrators in her handbag, apparently. I’d never been the type of girl who was obsessed with men, but I’d gone off the deep end, and now all I could think about was sex.

With my stepbrother, no less.

So now, I guess was one of those silly cock-obsessed girls who couldn’t think of anything else, and it just so happened that the cock in question belonged to the one man I could never, ever have. I was on edge all the time, almost driven to the brink of insanity by these constant frustrated thoughts of Finn.#p#分页标题#e#

Trying once again to ignore the part of me which kept telling me I had feelings for him, I grabbed my bag and then looked up at the clock. “Oh, wow, it’s already past nine!” I said with a gasp. “I didn’t even realize it had gotten so late.”

Finn was apparently hosting some Christmas party at the club tonight, so he was probably already there, and I felt a little sting as I realized I wouldn’t run into him on my way back to my hotel room.

Gina nodded. “Yep. Time flies when you’re having fun, right?”

And also when you’re thinking about banging your stepbrother, apparently.

“Sure does,” I replied.

Not many people in the world could boast that they enjoyed their job, but I truly did. Gina had only asked me to stay an extra couple of hours to assist her with something, and I’d been here for over four extra hours without even noticing.

“I might need you to work late with me tomorrow, too. We’re all taking time off soon, for Christmas and New Year’s Eve, so we’ll need to pick up some of that slack beforehand.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “Though I can’t wait for Christmas Day to finally come.”

“Same,” she said. “Only two weeks away now!”

She launched into a brief story about a silly joke gift her husband had bought her last year, and I grinned and nodded as I listened.

I finally said goodbye five minutes later and headed out to my car. It was early winter now, and there was a distinct chill in the air, so I pulled a thin old woolen scarf out of my handbag and wrapped it around my neck before unlocking my car and heading back to the Crown. James had assigned me a special parking spot in an underground garage just behind Helvetica, the hotel’s nightclub, and I pulled in and shut off the engine before exiting the garage and striding up the paved path which led past the side of the club and up to the main hotel entrance.

“Dammit!” I said a moment later as a sudden gust of wind wrenched my scarf right off my neck. “Ugh, come back!”

I knew my scarf couldn’t actually understand English, of course, so I chased after it as the wind carried it into a small alleyway beside Helvetica. As I drew closer, I saw a few silhouettes in the alley, and I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I heard a familiar voice, and my ears pricked up. Was that…Finn? I knew he worked at Helvetica at night, but what the hell was he doing out in the alley?

“You piece of shit!” I heard him shouting, and it was then that I realized he was slamming another man up against the concrete wall. The other silhouette I’d noticed was a young woman—probably the guy’s girlfriend—and she was crouched on the ground, whimpering and drunkenly slurring something unintelligible.

Great. Finn was fighting guys again, just like he had on the night of our first family dinner. I knew I should keep out of any trouble he’d gotten himself into, but I couldn’t stay away.