Betting on the Wrong Brother(3)

By: Cathryn Fox



Anger and humiliation rose up inside her when she thought back to that day.

Young, inexperienced, and crushing big time on Nolan, Andi had taken the flirtatious attention he’d given her to heart. In her teenaged daydreams, he’d swept her into his arms and pledged his undying love. Never in her naïve fantasies had she expected to have her heart handed back, crushed and broken.

Wounded to the bone, she’d taken the painful experience and strived to make it work for her. A healthy diet and exercise program helped her to shed the unwanted pounds. A thinner body combined with braces and contacts completely changed her outer appearance. Now the man himself stood in front of her, once again reminding her she was still that awkward girl no one wanted.

Nolan deserved payback for mocking the fat girl who tried to seduce him.

At least he hadn’t told her older brother what she’d done. Chase and Nolan were tight back in the day, which was how she’d met the man who’d been so kind to his best friend’s frumpy kid sister—so much so that she’d thought he’d liked her, like, really, really liked her.

She’d thought wrong.

Quiet as a church mouse, her hands slowly moved to her buttons. Maybe she could get dressed before he turned.

He turned.

Frig.

His eyes latched on hers. Then grew wider. The ocean blue turbulence she’d once lost herself in dropped to her cleavage, then lower, over her midriff to her panties. Was that a smirk? Bastard. Okay, so apparently bad things came in fives.

“Uh, sorry.” His gaze shot back up and he cleared his throat. He set his duffle bag on the floor and shook his phone like it was some pithy excuse. “I didn’t realize you were there.”

Andi’s molars snapped together. Of course he didn’t. Why would he? After all, when it came right down to it, she was insignificant, wasn’t she? Determined to keep the upper hand on this less than thrilling encounter, she unclamped her teeth and held her finger up, drawing a circle in the air. “You think you could turn around?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.”

She stood tall—well as tall as she could at five foot five—and planted her hands on her hips like getting changed in an elevator was something she did every day. “Today?”

He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. “Right,” he said, his friendly smile shifting to apologetic. Instead of turning, his glance flicked over her a second time. A gentleman, he was not. His lips twitched, the look on his face morphing into an appreciative smile. Score one for the granny panties. Still, it didn’t make her hate him any less.

He leaned to his left just as the elevator jumped again. It came to an abrupt halt and she lurched forward. Her body hit Nolan’s and the two toppled like bowling pins. A breathless, undignified oomph rushed from her lips as she landed on top of the main reason she’d left their hometown of Cedar Point eight years ago. The motor kicked in again, and the box continued to bob up and down. Her body moved right along with it, bouncing on top of Nolan like a goddamn Mexican jumping bean. Her tote bag flipped over, and her agenda and papers spilled onto the floor.

His arm slipped around her back, holding her to him as their groins banged. Bangity, bang, bang. She pinched her eyes shut. Please doors do not open again. Not because she was enjoying the ride. She wasn’t…she didn’t think. But because if they opened now, anyone standing on the other side would definitely get the wrong idea. Honestly, how could they not? They would be the prime photo op, posted and shared on social media sites. She’d never be able to face her friends, fans, industry professionals, if they thought she was dry humping some former crush on the elevator floor.

She braced her hands on the floor and held on, eyes closed. If the hydraulics let go this second and the elevator crashed to the basement, that’d be A-okay in her books. Breathe, Andi, just breathe. She tried not to think about the well built, athletic man beneath her, or how he’d just splayed his hand over the small of her back, or how good his fingers felt pressing into her flesh. His fingers stretched downward, and another rough jolt caused them to slip under the band of her panties. Was that…? Had he just lifted his hips? Twice?

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