Hard(15)
“You can’t move in here,” I said. “I told you. You are not welcome in my house.”
He shrugged and foraged in my fridge. “You don’t have to invite me in if I have a key code. I’m not a vampire.”
Not a vampire? He’d bit me enough during our night together. A couple discreet hickeys proved otherwise. I slammed the refrigerator shut and leaned against the steel doors. Zach only smiled. I began to loathe those dimples.
“This is ridiculous,” I said. “You didn’t even know my father. You can’t live in his house.”
He shrugged. “Actually, I did know him.”
“You…did?”
“I met him a couple times. Nice guy. We had a bit in common. He was in the service. Marines.”
I didn’t know that. It didn’t matter.
“One conversation doesn’t entitle you to half of his life. This isn’t your house. You’re inheriting money that…that…”
“Belongs to you?”
Oh, Christ, he made me sound like a money-hungry gold-digger. It wasn’t like that at all. Dad took care of me in material ways, and Momma taught me resilience and strength. I didn’t need billions to make me happy.
I didn’t even know what I needed.
Why the hell didn’t Dad ever tell me he was in the service?
Why didn’t he tell me he had a secret family with a lady he married a month before he died? Then again, would I have even listened to a word he said?
“Look,” I sighed. “You know this is wrong. My dad updated his will, but he didn’t think he’d die so soon. This is a mistake.”
“He signed it, witnessed it by his attorney, and had it notarized. It’s hard to argue it.”
Well, I was trying, wasn’t I? “Why are you wet?”
He liked that I studied his muscles, glistening with water droplets. “Swimming. There’s a great pool out back.”
A pool. Fantastic. And he had been in it. Exercising in the clear pool. Letting the sun warm his lightly bronzing skin. I imagined him diving through the water as it caressed a body so powerful and fierce he’d cut through the ripples like a sword through silk.
Momma was too terrified of water to let me swim. Now all I could imagine was slipping beneath the surface with a skilled military man who probably worked better under the waves than above them.
But those thoughts were wrong. A well of anger rushed over me, drowning me in unspoken words that thickened over a tongue which could still taste every inch of his body. I ground my teeth.
Step-brother.
He was my step-brother.
And he didn’t tell me before seducing me. He didn’t warn me before he took half of my inheritance. And now he ate a cold pepperoni pizza from the fridge. Where the hell did he even get a pizza?
“This is ridiculous.” I crossed my arms. “You have ten seconds to get out of my house.”
“Our house.”
“Ten. Nine. Eight.”
“Shay, I have every right to be here.”
“Seven. Six. Five.”
“God damn, you’re cute when you’re angry.”
Ignition. “Fourthreetwoone.”
“Easy.” Zach sucked a bit of pizza sauce from his finger. I stared only at his lips. “I’m just messing with you. You’re wound pretty tight, you know?”
“I get that way when strangers trespass in my house.”
“I’m not really a stranger anymore, am I?”
I didn’t let him get to me. “What happened, happened. It was a mistake, and you should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I’m not,” he said.
“I’m not surprised.”
“You’re gonna tell me you didn’t have fun?”
It wasn’t like I could lie. He had been there. He personally witnessed how many times I humiliated myself. I begged for him to debase me, and he did it perfectly.
“This isn’t about that night,” I said. “This is about here and now. You’re the least trustworthy man I know. I am not sharing a house with you. I want you gone.”
“You’re right. I didn’t tell you that we were step-siblings.” He leaned closer. My heart and stomach duked it out between flitters and flops and every inappropriate butterfly that grew to the size of a hawk. “But everything else that night? That was totally honest. We had an un-fucking-believable night of sex. You can’t bluff that.”
I could and I would. He didn’t buy it.
“Admit it, Shay. We aren’t strangers, and you’re kidding yourself if you think I’m gonna walk out that door and forget all about you. Ain’t happening. You’re in my blood now, and I’m in yours.”
“I’m not falling for it.”