She glanced around at the elegantly furnished penthouse, with light walls and leather couches and chairs. The wood furniture had clean lines and large pieces of abstract art hung on the walls. The whole look was balanced by the softness of the plush carpets and cushions.
She walked across the floor and stared out at the city below. The sun was setting and the windows of the other buildings were bathed in orange light.
“Like the view?” a male voice asked behind her.
A prickle started along the back of her neck, then down her spine.
It wasn’t the voice of a stranger.
It was him.
She turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Mason?” Astounded, she stared at the man she hadn’t seen in eight years.
“Hello, Dana.”
The shock at seeing him had sent her totally off balance, but now she remembered the situation.
“Oh my God, you’re the one? But… you can’t…” she sputtered.
He raised his eyebrow in that way she remembered. “Can’t what? Be the one who takes your virginity?”
Her eyes widened. “That’s right. We just… I mean…”
She stared at him, the man who had left when she was eighteen. The man who’d made her feel special and cared for in a time when she had felt like nothing.
A man who haunted her hottest and most forbidden dreams.
She sucked in a breath of air and tried again. “You’re my stepbrother, for God’s sake.”