Filthy Doctor(219)

I sat down and leaned over to whisper to him, “Do they know who you are?”

“Nah.” He took a sip of his drink. “I told them I won the lottery. No one really asks too many questions, as long as the free drinks keep on coming.”

We had a few drinks, then a few of Matt's bar buddies came over to join us. They all started talking, with one man telling a story about a recent run-in with the law, and another telling the tale of the time he got jumped by five punks at a highway rest stop.

“I had to call an ambulance for the poor fools,” he said at the end, laughing and slapping his knee. “Put all five of them in the hospital.”

“Yeah,” I said, snorting. “Sure. Sure you did.” I rolled my eyes.

He slammed his hand down on the table. “You calling me a liar, girl?”

I cringed and nearly fell back off my chair. Then the man's expression dropped into a grin and he laughed. The rest of the group laughed as well, a few of them clapping me on the back.

“Don't take the boys too seriously, Anne,” Matt said. “It's all in good fun.”

“I'll try to remember that.” I eyed him sidelong, wondering if this sort of place was where he always spent his time.

We spent a few hours at the bar, drinking with the guys and listening to their tall tales. At one point we started doing a line of shots, while a few people took bets on who would last the longest. I was out after three shots, though Matt and a husky, bearded fellow kept going until I was sure one of them was going to kill himself from so much booze.

The bearded fellow eventually fell face-first into the table, to the cheers and applause of the crowd. Money changed hands, and Matt took another drink in celebration. Then he got up, patting one of his friends on the back, and said, “Well, fellas, the road calls. Take it easy.”

I followed him out the door, my legs wobbly. “Are you sure you're okay to drive?” I asked him.

He pulled out the helmet and handed it to me. “Do you trust me?”

“No.” I pulled the helmet on and strapped it in place. “But I'm too drunk to care.”

He laughed and climbed onto the bike. We tore off through the streets again, the rushing wind helping to clear my head. The street lights flashed by, making me dizzy, and everything started to blur together. Somewhere along the way, I blacked out.

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, laying in an unfamiliar bed. I was stripped down to my bra and panties. The bed was covered in silvery silk sheets. It was the softest and most comfortable bed I'd ever been in. I was freaked out at finding myself there, but the bed was so warm that for a moment, I just hugged the sheets tighter around myself and savored the moment.

Then I turned over and saw my stepbrother sleeping next to me.

“Oh God.” I sat up, pulling the sheets up to cover my nakedness. “God, no. No. We didn't.”

Matt stirred, looking up at me sleepily. “No, we didn't.”

“We didn't?”

He laughed and propped himself up on his elbows, yawning. “No. I'd never take advantage of a drunk girl.” He looked me up and down, watching the way the sheet molded against my ample curves. “Though now that you're sober.”

“Gross,” I said, smacking him in the face with a pillow. “You're my brother. Technically.”

“Stepbrother,” he said, holding up a finger. “It's not like we're related by blood.”

“I don't care. Eww. No.” I climbed out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around myself like a toga. When I pulled the sheet off the bed with me, I saw Matt was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. I saw his bulge straining against it, revealing that he hadn't been joking when he came on to me.

“Where's my dress?” I asked.

“Garbage, remember?”

I sighed, remembering the way he'd torn the dress. “So, what am I supposed to wear?”

He pointed across the room to a package sitting on the dressed. “I had something delivered.”

I opened the package and found a blouse and a pair of pants that looked about my size, along with a stunning blue dress to replace the one I'd lost. The clothes had designer labels, and I went pale thinking about how much they'd cost.

“Thanks,” I said, keeping my back to him. “Is there someplace I can go change?”

“Too shy to do it right here?”

I glanced over my shoulder at him, my face heating up. Part of me was tempted. He was certainly attractive enough, and I liked the way he was looking at my body. But it was too weird.

“The bathroom is right over there,” he said, pointing to a door to my left.

“Thanks.” I headed in and shut the door, locking it behind me. There was a spacious shower, which I made use of before drying myself off and getting dressed. By the time I finished, Matt was already gone. I searched through the apartment, looking for him. The place was huge. My entire apartment could have fit into just his living room. It was decorated with expensive furniture, a leather sofa, a gigantic widescreen TV, and works of art that had probably cost six figures each.

While I searched the living room, a girl in a maid's uniform entered, carrying a vacuum. She was dressed so skimpily that I thought she looked more like a porn star than an actual maid. “Miss Anne?” she asked. I nodded. “Mr. Partridge said to tell you to make yourself at home. And there's a car waiting for you downstairs, whenever you wish to leave.”

“Thanks.” I took one more look around the room, sighing. I wasn't sure how to feel about my stepbrother running off and leaving me like that. I was oddly angry, though I told myself I had no reason to be. It wasn't like he was a guy I'd dated who'd left the morning after sex. Nothing had happened between us, and nothing ever would.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.







Over the next few months, Matt and I saw each other on a regular basis. I was continually invited to rich, upscale parties where I didn't fit in at all, and I knew I was only invited because of a sense of obligation. My stepfather never gave me so much as the time of day, and I didn't really see any windfall from his massive wealth. Mom was living the luxury life, spending her days in his gigantic mansion, catered by his staff of chefs, and using his money to buy herself an expansive wardrobe. She invited me to come live in the mansion with them, promising me my own wing, but I couldn't deal with living that sort of life. I could barely deal with being connected with it.

I escaped a lot of my obligations to my mother and stepfather by slipping away with Matt to go have some real fun. When they hosted a cocktail party as their first gathering as a new couple, Matt took me to see a rock concert. When we were invited to a big time actress's birthday party, I showed up long enough to have a few pictures taken with the birthday girl, then Matt and I rode off to a beach bonfire party down at the shore. We became such a regular thing that on my birthday, he bought me a leather biker jacket. I refused to think about how much it might have cost him and just focused on how badass it make me look.

The first time I succumbed to temptation was on New Year's Eve. My stepfather brought us to a big gala filled with people wearing custom-tailored tuxedos and colorful dresses that probably cost more money than I made in a month. I wandered the room for the first half hour of the party, helping myself to free food and expensive champagne, while I looked around for my stepbrother. I knew he'd be there; he always at least put in a brief appearance at these things, even if he was planning to duck out halfway through.

I was about to give up looking when I heard his voice coming from behind me. “You look like a woman who wants something.”

I turned to face him, my face heating up. I wasn't ready to admit what I wanted, though when I looked up at him and saw the possessive look in his eyes, it made my knees weak.

“Just looking for a chance to blow this lame party,” I said.

“Is that all you're looking for?” He reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. I whimpered and leaned my face into his hand, then pulled away when I realized what I was doing.

“Well, a place to see the fireworks would be nice, too,” I said, trying to cover my reaction to his presence. I downed the rest of my champagne, turning away from Matt so he wouldn't see my blush.

“I know just the place,” he said.

He took my hand and led me across the room, then out into the hall. We got into an elevator and went all the way up to the top floor of the high-rise building. I thought we were stopping there, but then he led me down the hall and to the stairs that led up to the roof.

“Are we allowed to go up there?” I asked.

“Do you care?” He smirked at me.

I smiled as well. “I guess not.”

The door was locked, but he found a way to force it open. He led me up the stairs and out onto the rooftop. We walked past air conditioning units and a satellite dish, then sat on a metal box that covered some kind of electrical equipment.

“It's beautiful up here,” I said.

“I'll say.”

I looked over at Matt and saw that he wasn't looking at the view. I blushed and turned away. I felt his eyes still on me.

“You're making me uncomfortable,” I whispered.

“Maybe you like being uncomfortable.” He put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to admit that he was right. His touch made me tremble. I was scared of being caught up here, but I liked the idea of being caught with him. I wondered what my mother would think if she saw me up here with my stepbrother.