PULSE: A Stepbrother Romance (26 page)

When we stopped on my stoop, Preston
turned to me. The sunlight filtering in past the awning was enough to make his
eyes look green. “Got your keys?”

I held up my cheap ten-dollar clutch,
the only bag I owned, and smiled faintly. “Got ‘em. Thank you again for lunch.
And for driving me. And… well, for listening to me bitch for an hour.” I forced
a laugh.

Preston smiled. “I hope it won’t be for
the last time. In fact, I was hoping that we could do this again. Maybe after
the weekend’s over?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. It was true
that I’d had a nice time with him, but I had so much to worry about now that I
wasn’t sure I could commit to another rendezvous, if that was the word for it.

“Look, Preston… I know for you, this
isn’t a big deal, but I don’t have any options or money. I’ll be lucky to find
a job before the month’s over. That’s what I have to focus on now. Keeping this
place, as much of a shit hole as it is, and putting food on my table. Those
have to be my priorities. You understand, don’t you?”

He nodded slowly. “Of course I do. But I
do want to see you again, and Monday would be best.”

I put my key in the door to open it.
“I’ll try to find a way.” It was the best I could offer him.

As I stepped inside, Preston put his
hand on the door to keep me from closing it. Then he presented me with an offer
of his own.

“That’s the thing, though, Maddy. I want
to see you Monday in my office. I want you to be my new PA.”

I turned around and stared at him. I was
sure my jaw was dangling open, but the shock of it had left me so numb that I
could have been on fire and would have missed it. “You’re… serious?”

He nodded, leaning against the doorframe
with another wolfish grin. “Absolutely. You’ve got the qualifications. You have
a great work history, I’m sure. And I’m in need of a new girl anyway. You can
start first thing on Monday after you’ve taken some time to relax over the
weekend. In fact…” He reached into his pocket and took out a checkbook. “I’m
happy to offer you a signing bonus for accepting the job on such short notice.
What do you say, Maddy—how does a bit of good, old-fashioned nepotism
sound to you?”

I could hardly believe what he was
saying. My entire life, family had been a distant notion for me. It was
something I barely entertained as worthwhile, something I’d grown to consider
as simply the framework for one’s genetic identity. My mother hadn’t so much
raised me as reared and resented me, and my father had barely known me when he
took off with some other woman, leaving me in the dust of his memories. I’d
never seen so much as a birthday card from him in all the years he’d been gone.
I had no idea if he was even still alive.

Everything I’d ever wanted, I’d had to
get myself or go without. There were no exceptions. When all the other kids
were having birthday parties, I was sitting at home thankful that my mother had
bothered to prepare my favorite dinner. Presents were few and far between and
came mainly from aunts and uncles, which my mother always derided as “spoiling”
me. The only gift I remembered her giving me was a dragonfly broach when I was nine,
and I’d treasured it fiercely right up until the moment I’d found out she’d
regifted it to me after receiving it from a friend. I was only worth her trash,
her leavings, and after that, the broach had sparkled a little less for me.

But now Preston, a man I hardly knew, a
brother in name only—and that wasn’t even official yet—was writing
me a check on my stoop and ready to give me so much more than that. He was
offering me peace of mind, prosperity, and a way out of the dismal hell hole I’d
spent so much of my life in. For the first time, a family member wanted to take
care of me, and I had no earthly idea what to do.

Preston must have seen my confusion,
because he handed me the check with his business card attached and waved his
hand. “Don’t answer now. Just come in Monday. If you’re not interested, at
least we can have another lunch together. If you are, we’ll get started right
away.”

“I don’t understand,” I whispered,
staring at the multitude of zeroes tacked on to the check. My hands were
shaking. “You must want something in return…?”

Preston’s face fell. He looked almost as
bewildered as I felt. He shook his head very slowly, looking right in my eyes
as he said, “Just your happiness, Maddy. That is the only thing I could want.”

Then he left me, closing the door while
I stood in the entryway, still gazing down at the ten thousand dollar check in
my hands. He’d given me a lot to think about.

PRESTON

The
whole drive home, I couldn’t help but to think about Maddy.

She had looked so utterly confused when
I’d handed her that check, like she had no idea what simple kindness was. Given
who her mother was, I could see why, but it had hit me harder than anticipated.
Had she never had anyone stick up for her before? Had no one ever helped her up
when she’d fallen down?

I couldn’t imagine a world like that, or
at least, not in that sense. I’d always had people around to attend to every
whim and desire, except for my father, who could barely entertain my mere
presence at times. In that way, I knew what it was like to have a parent who
seemingly hated you, who was always disappointed and never uttered a word of
praise. Whenever I did well by his impossible standards, there was only relief
on his face, never pride. I’d given up on attempting to sway my father’s
opinion of me a long time ago, but I realized that not everyone had that
luxury.

Maddy seemed like such a strong girl.
When she wasn’t crying, I could see this fire in her eyes. When she snapped at
me, I could hear that same flame in her voice. There was one hell of a woman
deep down in there, but it was hard to see when she’d had such an impenetrable
cage built around herself.

That wasn’t her fault, of course. She
was the victim of those with power, the ones like my father who chose to hurt
people instead of using his immense wealth to make them better. She’d only ever
been able to spread her wings as far as her circumstances would allow.

But I wanted to change that. I wanted to
set Maddy free and see her full potential. Something inside me told me that if
I did, it would be impossibly beautiful.

It was strange, though, that I cared so
much. I wasn’t a heartless bastard like my father was, but it was rare for me
to get attached to anyone, let alone a woman. There was something about knowing
you could have any girl you wanted that made the whole game feel less
interesting, but something about Maddy was… different. Maybe it was because she
was forbidden fruit, or maybe I really did give a shit about family. Whatever
it was, I could feel her hooks in me. I wanted more.

I thought about her as the miles ticked
by. I thought about her as I waited for the gate to open at my own house. I
thought about her as I walked inside, and I thought about her right up until
the moment I smelled the most amazing aroma drifting in from the kitchen.

I followed that scent like a bloodhound,
my stomach rumbling all the way. Carla, my housekeeper, must have been cooking.
The variety of spices was like inhaling a symphony, and my mouth watered as I
imagined all the meals she might be making. She was a goddamn artist in the
kitchen, and from what I could smell of whatever she was making, this was her
masterpiece. Sure, I’d already ate, but that wasn’t going to stop me from
indulging myself a second time.

I felt every muscle in my body relaxed
the nearer I came to that delicious scent. I tossed my blazer and laptop bag on
the sofa as I passed it, loosening a few buttons on my shirt as I rounded the
corner into the kitchen, already rolling up my sleeves to prepare for whatever
sauce I could hear boiling on the stovetop.

“Goddamn, Carla, that smells—”

I stopped so suddenly that I was sure my
organs would fly right out of my body. As it was, my stomach had dropped to my
feet. It took several seconds for the sight before me to register, and when it
did, it made no more sense than when I’d first walked in and seen it.

Carla was, as anticipated, standing in
my kitchen and slaving over a hot stove. She had her dark, frizzy hair pulled
back into a bun and her olive skin was aglow with a light sheen of sweat. Her
apron was stained where she’d repeatedly wiped her coarse, calloused hands and
from the way her back was bent, I could tell she’d had a rough day.

But that wasn’t what surprised me. What
did was the person standing next to her, a person who didn’t belong in my
house, and certainly not when I wasn’t here.

“Jane, what the hell?”

She turned to me, beaming so brightly it
was almost blinding. She had her long, auburn hair braided down her back, and
under Carla’s watchful eye, she was adding sweet Marsala to a pan.

“Hey, baby,” she said. The very sound of
it made me cringe. “I thought I’d surprise you. Carla’s teaching me how to
cook—it’s veal Marsala. I figured after such a hard day at work, you
needed to come home and have a nice, hot meal waiting for you.”

I caught Carla looking at me out of the
corner of her eye. She didn’t look happy. I knew her pain.

“Carla usually takes care of that for
me,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck in the hope of making my anger
dissipate. “That was a nice thought, though, Jane. I just wish you’d told me
you were coming over. This is… a surprise.”

Jane smiled sweetly. “That’s the point,
silly.” Then she left the stove—and any pretense of learning to
cook—and crossed the room to me, sliding her hands up my shirt.

“When you didn’t come back to the
office, I thought something might be wrong. I tried texting you, but you didn’t
respond. Didn’t you get my pictures?” She looked up at me. “Was something
wrong?”

There was a hint of an accusation in her
voice. Jane wasn’t good at hiding her emotions. I looked at her, gently taking
her wrists in my hands to move her away from my body.

It didn’t work. She only entwined her
fingers with mine, swinging her arms gently as I sighed.

“Yes, actually. It’s my sister. She got
fired from her job, and she needed someone to talk to and drive her home.”

Jane arched one of her perfectly-coiffed
brows. “Sister? You never told me anything about a sister…”

“That’s because she isn’t my sister yet.
Her mother is marrying my father. We’ll be stepsiblings in just a few months,
though I think it’s fair to start using the title now.”

Jane didn’t look convinced. I could feel
her hands growing cold in mine. “So… you’re not siblings yet. Then she’s just a
woman you drove back to her apartment instead of coming back to the office to
fuck me?”

I looked over at Carla. If she’d heard
what Jane had said, she didn’t show it, and for that I was thankful.

I took Jane by the arm as gently as I
could and pulled her out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

“You’re being ridiculous,” I told her,
keeping my voice low. “First, you already know that we’re not fucking again.
Second, Madison is practically family. And unlike me, she doesn’t come from
money, so losing her job is a pretty big deal.”

“Doesn’t she have any friends?” Jane
asked, wrenching out of my grasp. “Someone
else
she could call on instead of her ‘big brother?’ ” The way she put the
words in air quotes made me want to break her fingers.

“No. She has no one. Her mother is…
well, her mother is the kind of person who wouldn’t give a burning man a glass
of water. In fact, she’d probably use him to light her cigarette and complain
about the smell.”

I smiled to myself. It was no wonder my
father liked her. Those two had so much in common.

“The point is that I was the only one
she could turn to. Besides, we ran into each other by accident. I had no idea I
was going to see her today.”

“Uh huh,” Jane said, folding her arms
across her chest. The kimono-style top she was wearing left very little to the
imagination, and the pushup bra she had on underneath it ensured that her
cleavage was practically touching her chin. I remembered the first time I’d
gotten a glimpse of those beautiful breasts. It was funny how I couldn’t give two
shits about them now. “You could have told me, you know.”

“Jane,” I said as calmly as I could, “I
know you have expectations of what this… thing we had going on between us was.
But you aren’t my girlfriend. We ended this. I don’t owe you anything.”

“See,” she said, taking a step toward
me, “that’s where you’re wrong…”

I stepped back into the wall as Jane
approached, sliding her body up against mine like a cat in heat. I could feel
her taut stomach stretching over my abs as she purred, one hand sliding up over
my shoulder as the other delved down between my legs.

“Jane,” I started, but she cut me off.

“Shh. Easy there, big guy. You’ve had a
rough day. Family drama. I get it.” She rubbed me through my slacks, and for a
moment, a ripple of pleasure pulsed through me. “You’ve had all kinds of
unexpected things happen to you today. How about we make this one a good one?”

She began working my belt, trying to
slip the tongue through the buckle. Despite my own desires—or lack
thereof—I could feel myself hardening at her touch. Jane could feel it,
too. She had that look in her eye, that smugness that always came over her face
when she knew she had won.

Except she hadn’t won. Not this time.
And as she tried to tug my pants down past my waist, I grabbed her arms again
and gently pushed her away. “Stop. Christ, what were you going to do, blow me
right here in the hallway?”

Jane licked her lips and grinned. “If
that’s what you want…”

“It’s not,” I said. “This isn’t
something you can fix by putting my cock in your mouth…” I let her go and set
about fixing my zipper. “We’re not doing this anymore.”

She stared. “What does
that
mean?”

“It means that you showed up in my house
uninvited, harassed my housekeeper, and then interrogated me about what I was
doing with my sister. You’re not my girlfriend, Jane. You’re not even my fuck
buddy. You’re my personal assistant. This is wildly inappropriate, and I think
you should leave.”

Jane looked at me for a long time, a
longer amount of time than I was comfortable with. Every second that ticked by,
the air in the hall seemed to become thicker, colder, like the intensity of her
glare was sapping the life right out of me. I was sure I’d find the house
plants wilting later when I walked into the living room.

But I held her gaze. Maddy was right.
Jane had crossed a line—again—and things weren’t going to get any
better until I stood my ground.

“Fine,” she said. I hated that word,
especially coming from her mouth. “I’m not your girlfriend.
Whatever.
I’m just the girl you fuck at
your desk when you’re having a bad day, I guess.”

“You drugged my coffee and handcuffed me
to the chair!” I shouted indignantly. Sure, I’d hired her because I wanted to
get into her skirt, but the way it happened wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” she
replied, the anger evident as she turned away.

She was right, I hadn’t complained at
the time. Hell, I’d liked it. Jane was nuts, but she breathed a little
excitement into my life. Trouble is, she didn’t understand boundaries and her
ever-escalating sexual escapades had started to become even more dangerous.
Sooner or later, our little office romance was going to bite me in the ass. I
was trying to put an end to it for good reasons.

She walked back into the kitchen, grabbed
her purse off the back of one of the kitchen island chairs, and came storming
back down the hall toward me. The sounds her heels made on the tiled floor were
like bones snapping. They gave me the shivers.

She swept past me and toward the foyer,
but not before calling over her shoulder, “I guess you’re only worried about
being inappropriate when there’s other people around, because when we’re alone,
stuffing your dick in my mouth is
totally
fine!
”

“Not when I catch you hiding under my
desk right before a regional board meeting!”

“You could have stopped me,” Jane said.

“I
am
stopping you Jane, we’re not doing this again. This is over. This has been over
for weeks and the sooner you get that through your head, the better. I don’t
want you in my house, I don’t want you in my bed, and I don’t want you in my
fucking office. We’re done Jane. Don’t bother coming to work tomorrow, I’ll
mail you a severance package.”

Maddy’s words were echoing in my head as
I put the nail in this relationship. She was right, if I was going to end this
I couldn’t leave a shred of hope… even if it hurt.