Page 10 of Rejected By My Stepbrother Alpha
“Come on, let's get you inside,” I said, leaning down to pick up Asher's crumpled suit jacket, then taking his hand and dragging him through the door.
I flipped on the light switch and blinked at the sudden brightness as the door closed shut behind us. His room was a carbon copy of mine. Everything was ivory-colored—the walls, the large reading chair in the corner, and the vanity table, which only held a black comb. The far wall was mostly taken up by a large window overlooking the city. Since it was nighttime, all I could see were hundreds of small twinkling lights.
But all I could focus on was the king-sized bed in the middle of his room. The image of Asher's naked body sliding under his sheets came into my mind, and my grip on his arm tightened.
What would his mouth feel like against mine?
Stop imagining kissing your stepbrother!
I guided Asher to the bed, and he slumped back, leaning on his elbows, smirking up at me. Asher's body was long, muscular, and perfect. His brown hair flopped over his forehead, and the way his hazel eyes studied my body made me shiver.
He was so sexy.
I took off my heels, biting my lip so I wouldn't moan out loud at the instant relief I felt. In the minifridge, I found water bottles and grabbed two for me and two for Asher. I opened the bottle of water for him since he hadn't been able to manage getting into his room. When I handed him his, our hands brushed, and my stomach dropped.
Our eyes locked, and even when he drained the contents of his water bottle, he didn't look away from me.
Now that he was safe in his room, I should leave, right?
But I didn't want to.
My heart was pulling me toward Asher, insistently tugging me in his direction. I didn't want to leave just yet. And why should I leave? My whole life, I had felt like I'd been making decisions based on what would please my mother, trying like hell to earn herapproval. Well, those days were over. I was going to do something for myself for once.
I sat down on the bed next to him, our knees touching. My right arm was pressed against his left, and the warmth of his body made me shiver. This moment felt dreamlike. Could my unrealistic fantasy actually become a reality?
I didn't dare to even hope.
Our heads turned toward each other at the same time, and a jolt went down my spine when I realized his face was only an inch away from mine.
More than close enough to kiss.
“How are you feeling?” I whispered, my eyes on his mouth.
“Better now that you're sitting beside me.”
Oh my Goddess!
Did he actually just say that?
His hand reached out, and he put it on my upper thigh.
I sharply inhaled, and then I forgot how to breathe. What if I passed out right here because I forgot how to exhale?
“Thank you for helping me get into my room tonight,” Asher said. His voice was the deepest I'd ever heard it.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked before I could think better of it.
One of his dark eyebrows raised, and he opened his mouth, but I kept going before I lost my nerve.
“I know that you don't like me,” I admitted and dropped my gaze to his hand that was still on my thigh, afraid to look directly into his eyes. “I can tell by the resentment-filled looks you give me and the way you always avoid me.” I glanced back up, squared my shoulders, and looked into his eyes. “I don't know where all this animosity is coming from. I try my best to be a good daughter and sister. Especially tonight. I understand that you and your father are important people in our community. I want you to know that I'd never do anything to embarrass either of you. Aren't we supposed to look out for each other as brother and sister?”
I was proud of myself for speaking my mind. I hoped that I would feel the same way in the light of day.
Asher was silent for a full minute, and my anxiety spiked with each passing second. I'd give anything just to know what he was thinking.
“You're wrong,” he finally replied.
Fury tore through my body, and I shoved his hand off my thigh.
