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The person on the bed woke up, their eyes flying open. His hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the bed.
“You’re awake,” I said, glancing at him.
He was pale, staring at me. After a moment, he smiled. “How did you know?”
Because the comments were finally useful for once.
I lifted his chin with my index finger. “You’re very handsome.”
Lorne let me study him. “Compared to my brother?”
THE
I didn’t answer. My gaze traveled down his collarbone, my fingertips tracing the outline of his well–defined abs.
Further down… to his V–line.
“Sister, you can tie me up, but why did you have to take my clothes off?” he pouted.
I didn’t answer directly, just commented, “You’re not as skinny as you look.”
“Of course not…”
Now that his cover was blown, the innocent excitement from last night was gone, replaced by the arrogance of a rich heir.
I pulled off his pants too,
Him: ?
I took a few pictures with my phone.
“You don’t want anyone else to see these photos, do you?”
His expression stiffened for a moment, then he chuckled. “Then they’ll just see how well–endowed I am. A little embarrassing, but I don’t really care.”
I pulled out a fruit knife I had just bought.
His face Stuartged instantly. He looked at me with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m sorry, sister. Please spare me.”
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“What did Eric send you here to do?” I pressed.
“Ah,” he said. “He told me to make sure there were no other men around you.”
“And then?”
“…Pretend to be
a
robber, so he could come and save the day.”
“You Stuart family,” I said slowly, “you’re all terrible people.”
Just then, the door
Eric strode in, but his face Stuartged the moment he saw the scene in the room. “You two…”
I turned my head and smiled at Eric. “Your brother has a nice body. I like it.”
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