Page 109 of Bad for Me

My goal was to get under her skin, and it backfired. Instead, she dug her claws into me with just that little look of defiance. My father told me bits and pieces about my stepsister to encourage me to reach out. But she’s the spawn of a gold-digging demon, and unlike him, I refuse to be fooled by the Gable women’s wiles. First step in protecting myself from her is to sift through all of my father’s praise about his stepdaughter and focus on the few negative facts he accidentally let slip over the years.

When I called her name, I let all my pent-up rage show in my expression. The confusion and fear that paled her face pleased me so much that I had to stand behind my podium to hide my twitching cock. When she threw down the gauntlet, however, I couldn’t wait to get her alone to f?—

“Forceher to leave,” I grumble under my breath.

“What?” She frowns down at me from her row as she slides her arms into her backpack straps.

God, she’s so fucking slow.

“Nothing. Hurry up. I have another class soon.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically, and I shove my hand into my slacks pocket to keep her from seeing my cock’s response to her sass.Again.

Standing just outside my office, I refuse to move an inch as she gets closer, forcing her to squeeze past my large frame to pass through the small doorway. The position was meant to intimidate her, a powerplay that I wouldn’t even bother with in my right state of mind. But I haven’t been functioning normally since my father reminded me that his new family exists.

Everly’s arm brushes against my chest. A simple, innocent touch that ripples through me. Her coconut and sea breeze scent wafts up my nostrils, and I give into temptation, letting myself enjoy the tiniest of whiffs. She glances back at me, making me think I’ve been caught, so I grab the door handle and enter the room, slamming the door behind me.

I pull out one of the high-back leather chairs reserved for guests and point to it.

“Sit.”

My heart races in my chest, anticipating what, I have no idea. To hide my nerves, I turn away from her and shed my tweed jacket, draping it on the back of my own chair. Once I’ve finished, I casually roll up my sleeves and cross my arms before leaning against the side of my desk.

I should listen to myself and sit in my own chair. It’s the safer option considering the longer Everly glares at me, the harder my cock gets. But for some reason, the thought of having something between us bothers me more than Everly invading my university does. At least the way I’m leaning keeps my dick from trying to assert itself into our conversation.

But what would she do if she saw the effect she has on me? Part of me wants to find out. Would she run for the hills? Would she look at her stepbrother in horror? If she fled, she’d be making my job a hell of a lot easier, but boring. And if she was disgusted, that’d piss me off. But knowing me, any reaction other than running away will ratchet up this minor interest I have into a full-blown obsession. The Order’s commands taught me that I love metaphorical chases more than real ones.

And then, of course, there’s another outcome…

My mind races with possibility as she studies me. She’s close enough now that I can see the color of her eyes. A summer blue sky. They sparkle with interest as she bites her bottom lip in thought, and just like that, a totally different outcome silently flickers between us.

What if she wants to give into this unexplainable pull as much as I do?

No.

Even entertaining the idea is beneath me.

And yet…

Lusting for my student—mystepsister—is both maddening and exhilarating. I almost want to throw caution to the wind. But I need to wait this moment of weakness out. Succumbing would mean losing the career I’ve sold my soul for, which is the best description for the unspeakable things I had to do to keep this university’s reputation intact. Throwing it all away now would be insane. Even if the Order let a student-teacher relationship slide, my father would murder me. Or have someone else do it.

If I had to guess, I’m only attracted to the forbidden, nothing more. Professor-student. Stepbrother-stepsister. Two cliché taboos in one woman. Both of which I refuse to fall for. This minor distraction will pass as soon as I relieve my urges.

I have half a mind to kick Everly out of my office, lock the door, and take my cock in hand right here behind my desk. But with the way I feel right now, I know my stepsister will be the one I envision as I come.

Finding a suitable substitute will have to wait, though. This college town is too goddamn small. If I fuck someone here, it’ll be on the meddlesome campus gossip app by morning.

Tomorrow night, I’ll ride the train to Union Valley, go to one of my favorite lounges in the city, and find another woman—anyotherwoman—to take the edge off. Then I’ll go back to ignoring my student and hating my stepsister until she gives in and leaves my campus.

But right now, Everly still hasn’t made it one inch farther from my closed office door, and frustration clouds my mind.

“I said,sit.”

She shakes her head and sucks her teeth. “I appreciate you pulling out my chair and all, but I think I’ll stand. With the way you’re looking at me right now, I don’t feel comfortable being that close to you.”

I’d ask her to tell me what she thinks my expression means, but I know she’ll either say hate or desire, and I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of being right.

“Let’s get straight to it, then, shall we? I don’t want you comfortable, Everly. I want youout.”

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