Tamed By My Stepbrother
Drake was there, being measured first, his posture straight, his expression unreadable.
Our eyes met briefly, and I felt the old flutter in my chest. I quickly averted my gaze, reminding myself of my mother’s warning from the night before. Mom’s eyes were sharp, watching every subtle glance, every twitch of our expressions. I didn’t want to give her reason to suspect anything between us.
When Drake finished, he straightened up, his gaze lingering on me for a fraction of a second before he turned to leave.
“Come on, beautiful lady,” he called suddenly, using that ridiculous, playful tone of his. “I am Coco Licious!”
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