The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
I turned to find a scantily dressed woman smiling seductively at me.
Her lips quirked as my eyes met hers. "Hey handsome," she drawled, rubbing her body against me with a confidence that stunned me. "Wanna dance?"
"Excuse me?"
She chuckled, wrapping an arm around my neck. Her tongue peeked through her blood-red lips. "Or do you want to do something else? Maybe a horizontal tango? Either way, I'm yours."
"I'm not interested." I sighed, reaching out to pull her away, but she didn't get the memo. Her hands tightened ever so slightly, pressing her chest into me, her scent filling my nostrils.