Page 2 of Betting On Her

“Sorry,” I say again when I slide it into the lock but it doesn't turn. I wiggle it a few times, but nothing happens. The driver lets out a sigh, and I mutter another apology just as the door is pulled open from the inside.

Standing there is a tall man with broad shoulders who in no way could be my stepbrother. I drop my head back to meet his dark gaze, and I realize how extremely handsome this stranger is.

Oh crap. What if this is the wrong house number? That is definitely something I’d do.

“I think I?—”

“You’re Chloe?” His brows pull together, and I nod. “Paul’s stepsister?” I nod again, wondering where my words have gone. I’m not typically at a loss for them. “Here, let me get those.” He opens the door wider and grabs my bags.

“Thank you,” I finally manage to say as he easily picks them up like they’re filled with air.

“You’re welcome.”

“And you are?”

“Sawyer.” He pulls out his wallet, and before I can say anything, he tips the driver. “I play poker with your brother.”

“Oh, I can?—”

“I got it, kitten.” He gives me a half smile before pulling the useless key out of the lock and closing the door.

“Did you call me kitten?” His eyes drop to my sweater, making my cheeks heat, and then I blurt out. “I’m going to change. I swear.”

“I like it,” he says, and I smile up at him. At least it doesn’t sound like he’s teasing me. “You’re not what I was expecting.”

Ouch.

“That’s not a bad thing,” he says quickly and then runs his fingers through his hair. “Shit.”

“Are you cheating?”

The question comes from behind us, and we turn around to see four other men coming down the hallway in our direction. One of them is my stepbrother, who lets out a chuckle of amusement.

“I didn’t think Sawyer was even in on it,” another grumbles.

“All of you shut the fuck up,” Sawyer barks at them, making me jump. They all stop talking, and I glance up at Sawyer. “Sorry, kitten,” he says and grabs my bags. “Which room is hers?”

“Third floor. Second door on the right,” Paul tells him, then smirks.

“Hi.” I do a little wave in Paul’s direction, but he only raises his chin in acknowledgement.

“Come on.” Sawyer nudges me along.

“You don’t have to do that. If you’re busy.”

“I’m not busy.” Sawyer nods for me to go on and then follows me toward the stairs.

“Take your time,” Paul says, and I feel like I’m missing something. Paul is the one being weird now.

“Ignore them, kitten. Let's get you settled in.”

“Mmkkay,” I agree, thinking this might not be as terrible of a stay as I thought.

Sawyer

“Please, Sawyer, please,” Chloe begs as she rocks her hips. I’m still fully dressed but her dress is hiked up, and her panties are long gone. She’s straddling me while I sit on my bed, and it’s all I can do not to give in.

“I’ll take care of you, kitten,” I whisper in her ear. “You know I always do.”

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