Getting Mine: A Stepbrother Romance by Adair Rymer Read Free Book Online

forty-three on her list was about proper party attire.
    “And who is this charming specimen?” The blond man turned to me. Confusion quickly replaced my anger as he blatantly checked me out. He shifted over to kiss me the same way he'd kissed Val. I stopped him abruptly with a hand on his shoulder, then extended my hand so as not to be rude.
    “Jeter, meet Arsen.” Val introduced us. “He's my bodyguard.” Val paused, then added, “And also my stepbrother.” She was still getting used to the concept that we were related now. Hell, so was I.
    “Pleasure,” Jeter shook my hand eagerly.
    I slunk back a few steps while they discussed niceties and work. Not two minutes into the Hollywood high society and I'm ready to murder an actor who was obviously not interested in Val sexually.
    I did feel a little stupid for being so overprotective of Val. Jeter wasn't going to hurt her, I was just jealous. It should've been my lips on Val's, not some actor. That's why I could never watch her movies without falling into a murderous rage.
    How the hell am I going to survive the rest of the night?
    “Was that concern for your client's well being or just plain jealousy that I was kissed by another man?” She took my arm and we walked into the party proper, the smugness in her voice was intolerable.
    “That was me... misreading a situation. It doesn't happen often.”
    “Because, it seems like you made quite the impression on Jeter. I can give you his number, if you're interested.” Val teased. It was nice to hear her sense of humor again. She hadn't said three words since giving me that insane document this morning.
    “They have beer at this party?” I quickly changed the subject, trying to salvage some of my dignity. “I'm going to need a lot of that.”
    “Over by the bar, hot stuff .” Val laughed at me.
    Part of me was glad for the mistake with Jeter. It was a long overdue ice breaker, that gave me a little hope. We used to be friends, at least until I left. Ever since I'd come back into her life the sexual tension was there, but not that friendship that kept me alive during the dark time with my own family.
    Val was the best friend I’d ever had, and it always pained me to think that I'd lost that forever.
    I leaned against the bar and watched Val mingle, while the overtaxed bartender struggled to make cocktails I'd never heard of. I couldn't imagine teenage Val ever setting foot in a party like this. Now she glided between groups of Hollywood's super elite with the same confidence and ease that I’d only seen while she was performing on stage.
    Val was in full on movie star mode. Her hair was done up in a layered bun and she wore this shimmering, low-cut, pencil dress that made her tits look somehow even more fucking amazing. I couldn't stop stealing glances at her in the back seat when I picked her up from the salon. It gave me a raging hard on for the whole drive.
    I couldn't get the image of her in the shower out of my head. It made me want to bend her ever every fucking piece of furniture in this place. I didn't, of course because that would be insanely bad for both of us. But now I knew without the shadow of a doubt, she wanted me as much as I wanted her. If we didn't end this bodyguard arrangement soon, it was only a matter of time before I rammed my cock down her throat and made her beg me for more.
    Valentine glanced at me between groups. She was probably making sure that I hadn't run off, or embarrassed her by getting into a fight. Or, maybe she was still remembering what I looked like rocking just a towel and a smile.
    She laughed and gossiped with the best of them, seamlessly slipping in and out of the conversations at just the right time. It was impressive, but I could tell that she was just playing the part. She'd taken what I said about everything being just scenes in a play to heart, and perfected it far better than I ever could.
    I'd seen her act enough when she was younger to know that she didn't enjoy