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Episode 3

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he says, snapping me back to reality and reminding me that I want to kick him in the shin for manhandling my semi-date.
I glance around and I can see the whole freaking bar is openly staring at us. The woman that was wrapped around Luke moments ago is shooting me a look that could quite possibly kill me.
Not wanting to make a bigger scene I say, “I’m going to the bathroom. When I get back, Sam, would you mind taking me home? I’m going to call it a night. I’ll be spending my weekend apartment hunting.” Without waiting for a response from either of the men I turn stomping towards the ladies room.

I can’t go on like this. He can have a woman wrapped around him in a bar, but I get one kiss and he goes freaking apeshit. Maybe I should think about finding somewhere else to work too. I love my stepbrothers but I can’t let whatever their problem is with my growing up and having a life destroy us. It would probably be best if they didn’t have everything right in their faces as well. I know they’re trying to protect me by filling the roles of our parents, but this isn’t working. Not to mention how I don’t want to see some of their stuff right in my face either. Working together and living together has become impossible.

When I get myself together, I make my way out of the bathroom and run right into Luke’s chest. Grabbing me by the arm in an unbreakable hold, he pushes me up against the hallway wall, caging me in.

“Have to say, little sis, I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.”

What was that supposed to mean? That kind of girl? How dare he! I can feel my rage starting to build again.

“What the hell are you implying, Luke? What ‘kind of girl’ am I?”

“The kind of girl that gives it up to anybody that shows her a little attention.”

My hand shoots out and lashes his cheek. The bastard doesn’t even flinch. I immediately regret the slap, not because I feel bad about it, but because it stung my hand. Damn, no one ever tells you how much it hurts when you smack someone. Maybe I did it wrong. I collect myself and remember my anger.

“Screw you, asshole!” I scream in his face. Okay, so not quite his face, more in his chest area as I’m too mad to crane my neck to look at him. It feels good either way. No way am I going to let him talk to me like that.

“Screw me? Maybe that’s the problem, little sis. You need a good screwing to calm your ass down. Is that what you’re here for? To get a quick fuck? Because that’s all Sam will give you. He never fucks anything twice.”

I know he’s trying to shock me and make me back down. I was right. He still sees me as just a little girl. While I might still be a virgin, I wasn’t some sheltered innocent. I went to college. Hell, my roommate slept with most of her boyfriends in our dorm room as I slept in the next bed.

I’ve never been so mad at anyone in my life. But as he stands in front of me, I don’t know if I want to pound on his chest with my fist or push my body up against his and rub all over him like a cat in heat. I’ve got to get out of here.

I lick my lips, drawing attention to my mouth. “That’s exactly what I was looking for, but it looks like you messed that up for me. I’ll see you at home, Luke.”

As I push away from him I see Logan staring at both of us.

I walk past Logan, then turn to face both of them. “And don’t worry if you hear moaning coming from my room tonight. One way or another, I’ll be getting off.” With that I turn to go and find Sam to take me home. God, I hope I have batteries.


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