All Chapters of All Shades of Passion: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sheila's POVTuesday arrived like a deadline I wasn't ready for.All day at work, my brain kept jumping ahead to Bobby's place. I stared at spreadsheets that might as well have been hieroglyphics, my mind replaying Zuki's instructions from breakfast: "Touch his arm when you laugh. Sit closer than usual. Let your knee bump his."Currently, Bobby and I were both running Master's programs while working remotely. As Team Lead for Enterprise Systems Integration at Callaghan Family Holdings' Las Vegas branch, I worked a hybrid schedule - three days in office, two remote.Bobby worked purely remote as a Junior Business Intelligence Developer. He never had to come into the office, which made keeping my secret easier.He had no idea I was the reason he got hired.I'd seen his application come through the system six months ago. His portfolio was solid - clean Python scripts, impressive dashboard work, strong SQL. But I knew how many qualified candidates got overlooked. So, the moment I saw his

Sheila's POVSaturday arrived with the weight of everything unsaid.I woke up to sunlight streaming through my curtains and the immediate memory of Tuesday night.My phone buzzed. Bobby:Still on for tonight? I'm excited.My stomach flipped. I typed back a simple "Yes" and set the phone down.Zuki sauntered into my room around noon, not bothering to knock. She was wearing tiny shorts and a loose tank top, her pink hair pulled into a messy bun."Morning, sunshine," she said, entirely too cheerful. "Ready to make Bobby's brain explode tonight?""It's barely afternoon," I mumbled, pulling my blanket higher."And we have work to do," she said, crossing to my closet. "Up. Now."I dragged myself out of bed, watching as she started rifling through the clothes we'd already sorted weeks ago. She pulled out a hanger and held it up triumphantly.A tiny black crop top that I'd been avoiding since we bought it."This," she announced.I stared. "That's a bra.""It's a statement," she corrected, th

Sheila's POVZuki stared at me like I'd just revealed I'd never seen the ocean."Let me get this straight," she said. "Greg is out there being Las Vegas's most notorious playboy, and you're sitting here as Las Vegas's last virgin?""It's not a competition," I muttered."Clearly," she said. "Because you'd be losing."I crossed my arms. "How do you even know about Greg?"She gave me a look. "You think I came to America blind? I did my homework, cuz. I researched both of you before I landed. Greg's reputation is on Google. Your GPA is impressive, by the way, but not quite as interesting as your brother's scandal sheet.""Of course you did research," I said.She stood up suddenly, pacing. "Okay. Okay, this changes things.""Changes what?""Everything," she said, turning to face me with an intensity that made me nervous. "We need to remedy this situation. Immediately.""Remedy?" I repeated. "Zuki, it's not a disease.""It might as well be," she said. "Not for moral reasons, before you get

Sheila's POVSunday morning came lazy and warm.I was sprawled on the living room couch in shorts and an old t-shirt, half-watching some cooking show on TV. No work. No plans. Just me and mindless television.After last night, after everything Zuki had said and offered, I needed the mental break.I heard her door open upstairs. Footsteps on the stairs.Then she appeared in the doorway to the living room, and my brain short-circuited.She was wearing lingerie. Black lace that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A bra that pushed her breasts up and together, barely covering her nipples. Panties that were more string than fabric. Thigh-high stockings with little bows at the top.She looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine. Or a very specific kind of website."Zuki," I managed. "What are you wearing?""Go upstairs and put on yours," she said casually, like she wasn't standing in our living room dressed for a strip club."Put on my what?""Your lingerie," she said. "The red set

Sheila's POVI couldn't run. Couldn't escape. The handcuffs held me firmly to the couch arms.All I could do was watch as Zuki knelt between my legs."This doesn't have to be weird," she said quietly. "It's just pleasure. Just teaching you what your body can do.""We're cousins," I whispered."I know." Her hands slid up my thighs. "But right now, I'm just someone who wants to make you feel good. Will you let me?"I should have said no. Should have demanded she uncuff me and end this insanity.But my body was aching. Throbbing with need from watching her with the gigolo. From remembering the shower yesterday. From weeks of building tension between us."Okay," I breathed.Her smile was triumphant.She leaned forward and pressed her lips to my neck. Soft and warm, just like in the shower. I shivered."Relax," she murmured against my skin. "I've got you."Her mouth moved lower, kissing down my collarbone. Her hands slid under my t-shirt, pushing it up. I couldn't help lifting my arms as m