Page 62 of Corrupt Idol

“Are you crazy?” she hissed.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you. Will you stop touching me?”

“No. I won’t stop. I told you that.”

She peeked over the other seats to locate their parents. Her dad was reading a book while Lynne rested her head on his shoulder. Lynne was overexcited and seemed to have tired herself out.

She glanced at Lynne’s psychotic son. “We’re here for Mom.”

“I know,” he said as the plane lurched into motion.

“Remember that and focus on her, not me. This trip is about Mom and making sure she has a great time.”

“She will.”

She made a clearing motion with her hands. “And that’s it.”

He didn’t reply. When she looked up at him, the look in his eyes made her stomach flip.

“I can’t be your brother, but I’ll try to be your friend,” he said as his eyes moved over her face. “And make you want more.”

“That’ll never happen,” she said and sucked in a breath as the plane lifted off the ground.

“We’ll see.”

He traced distracting patterns over her skin.

“You want to join the mile-high club?”

“Only if that means I push you out of the plane and you fall to your death.”

His mouth twitched. “No, it means I fuck your brains out in a stall where any moment there could be turbulence and we could die before we get back to our seats.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Next time,” he said lazily.

She shoved his hand away. “Never! And keep your hands to yourself. I’m not here to entertain you.”

Eleven

She examinedherself in the mirror. The fuchsia bikini Lynne bought her fit like a dream, but it was way more revealing than anything she would have picked for herself. She was a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl and if she wore a bathing suit, it was a one piece. This had a triangle cut out top and small bottoms. The color complimented her pale skin, but she felt very exposed even after tying a white sarong around her waist. Oh well. Lynne bought this for her and it fit well even if it wasn’t her style.

She walked out of the bathroom and surveyed their room, which was decorated like a beach cottage rather than a hotel room. Vintage pictures lined the walls while weathered-looking wood furniture graced the room. They had a connecting room with their parents. She and Jesse were sharing, of course, but she wasn’t too worried. He was playing the good son, waiting on Lynne hand and foot. Even though the sight of him doting on Lynne warmed her heart, she reminded herself that she had to be on guard.

Despite everything that happened on the road trip, there was no trace of anger or resentment in his attitude toward her. He was constantly touching her with an arm around her shoulders or playing with her hair. Neither of their parents thought anything of it. To them, everything was back to normal when it was anything but. Her attempts to avoid him were ignored. She fell asleep on the flight and woke to find she was using his shoulder as a pillow. When she glared at him, he laughed and tugged her off the plane where they hopped into a taxi and were taken to the resort. The moment she saw the sparkling blue waters, everything else faded away. Memories of her childhood tickled the back of her mind as they checked in and were shown to their rooms.

She walked toward the glass sliding door and pulled it open. She could hear the sound of the ocean from here. They were on the first floor, right on the beach. She was as giddy as a child. She wanted to sprint across the sand and dive into the water, but the sound of Lynne’s voice kept her in place. This is exactly what they needed. She turned to see what the holdup was and found Jesse staring at her. He had changed into red surf shorts and a cap. She couldn’t see his eyes since he wore sunglasses, but she knew what he was thinking. She strolled toward him and saw him pecs flex.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned as she sailed into mom and dad’s room.

Both of her parents had also changed. Lynne wore a sheer cover up with palm trees over her sunny bathing suit and a massive straw hat. When she saw Violet, she clapped her hands together.

“It looks great on you!” Lynne said.

When Dad saw her, his brows drew together, a predictable reaction to her wearing something so revealing. Inwardly, she shrugged. Lynne bought her suit so if he had problems, he needed to take it up with her.

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