Page 1 of Resisting Mr. Granville

Chapter one

Kennedy

Please don’t be the one to open the door. Please be at work.

I hold my breath as a tall, dark, and handsome shadow grows larger on the other side of the frosted glass. A chill passes over me as I wait on the front porch, one that has nothing to do with the nippy fall weather.

I suck in a breath as the handle turns.

I had to muster every bit of courage to come here tonight, but whichever one is on the other side, I won’t let him see my discomfort.

Still, I hope it’s Jet.

Even Jonathan.

Just please, please, please don’t be Milo.

When the door opens, my heart sinks down into the pit of my stomach.

Milo Granville.

My mom’s ex-boyfriend.

The sexiest man I’ve ever encountered.

The man who nearly took my virginity before I came to my senses and kicked him out of the apartment.

I swear I can see the memory of that hot summer night reflected in his ice blue eyes as he gazes at me from the doorway, his pitch black hair carelessly swept aside in an effortlessly handsome style, a dimple in his cheek from that up-to-no-good smirk on his face.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise.”

No.

I pretend to be unaffected as I tip my chin up just a bit and tell him, “I’m here to see your son.”

His lazy smirk doesn’t leave his face. If he’s bothered by it, I certainly can’t tell. “Which one?”

His voice is dry and suggestive. I sense an implication that I’m so easy I could be here to sleep with either of them, even though I’ve never slept with anyone. Even thoughhe’sthe one who came over when he knew my mom wasn’t home, who offered to help me with my homework one night and started touching my thigh beneath the table.

Of course, I brushed it away.

That time.

He wore me down, though.

Movie nights with my mother right there on the couch on the other side of him, but he’d let a daring finger caress the outside of my bare thigh beneath my nightgown.

And then the night she worked late, and he came over early and caught me coming out of the shower.

The way he stopped in the hall and we locked eyes.

The heat that spread through me instantly as I stood there naked beneath the towel, my hair piled carelessly atop my head, my pussy damp from more than the remnants of shower water.

He walked toward me with sure steps. It was wrong what he was doing, but I couldn’t muster the strength to stop him as he took the towel out of my hands and opened it up. As his gaze raked over me there in the dim hall lighting, appraising every glistening inch of my naked body.

Beautiful, he’d said.

I felt beautiful.

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