Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (65 page)

“I am not
sharing a room
with him!”

I huff out an angry sound at Dad, but he just looks at me, head tilted to the side.

“Come on, you don’t actually expect me to share a room with a boy, do you?”

Dad shifts on the spot, creases his brow together. His crow’s feet deepen. “I thought you two were friends?”

“Not friendly like
that.
”

“Come on, Catherine. You’re an adult now. Deal with it.”

I scoff. “Deal with it? Are you serious? I was supposed to have my own room on this trip.”

“Well, that was before we knew Deborah and Chance were coming.”

“You mean that was before you
got married?
”

“Yes.” Dad sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. “The hotel is fully booked. We had two rooms originally for two people. Now, we’re four people, a family. Would you rather share a room with me?”

I grit my teeth. “No.”

“Or Chance’s mother?”

“Definitely not.”

“Then make do.”

He hands me a keycard, and then walks off toward the lobby where Chance and his mother are waiting.

Damn it!

Stuck in a room with Chance, my new surprise stepbrother. Dad’s words echo through my mind:
A family.

How am I ever going to get through this?

I know him, and I know he’ll do everything he can to make this situation more awkward than it already is. He’ll torment me.

What’s worse… is that I know if I spend that much time with him, we’re just going to get closer.

We’re going to get closer, and then I’m going to go to university in a different country to him.

I don’t want to have to go through that goodbye.

I watch as he gets up from the armchair in the lobby, and starts walking toward me. He clears enormous space with each step, closes the distance fast.

He towers over everybody else in the hotel lobby. Tall, broad, muscular… he’s a total hunk. Everybody’s eyes are on him.

He’s wearing this cocky grin, like he just can’t wait to unload whatever snide quip or remark he’s got waiting on the tip of his tongue.

“Well,” he says, approaching me, standing close. “Looks like it’ll just be you and me, alone in a room. Naked.”

“Stop it,” I whisper at him, looking behind him. “What if my Dad heard that?”

“He didn’t.”

“I already said that we can’t do anything anymore.”