Stepbrother Catfish: The Complete Series by Izzy Sweet Read Free Book Online Page B

It doesn’t feel right to connect the voice to Andrew’s face. Has he never tried to change the tone? Am I just that stupid?
    And yet I’m affected by it.
    “Why?”
    “Your merlot, sir,” the waitress says, nearly giving me a heart attack. I glance up and she’s there, smiling and offering a wine bottle to Andrew for his inspection. His eyes scan the label and he gives a curt nod of his head.
    The waitress pours him a glass. I want more than anything to continue our conversation. I’m dying to know what he means by wanting me. I know better, however, than to discuss such a thing in front of the waitress.
    I bite my lip and inwardly urge him to hurry up. Andrew doesn’t seem to be aware that I’m waiting with baited breath. He lifts the glass and tilts it. Then he swirls the red wine around in the glass before finally taking a sip. Is he doing this on purpose, I wonder. His eyes meet mine again. I bet he’s doing it just because he likes watching me squirm.
    “This will do,” he says to the waitress without looking at her.
    She smiles and nods her head and finally fills my glass.
    “Are you ready to order, sir?” she asks now that my glass is full.
    “The usual,” he says dismissively.
    The waitress nods and disappears from the corner of my vision.
    Andrew has my gaze trapped again. His eyes are becoming hooded as he stares at me. I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to speak to me again.
    He just ordered my meal for me and chose my drink for me as if he has the right or something.  He’s taken control and I’m vaguely aware that I let him.
    There’s just too much going on inside me. I reach for my glass and take a quick sip. The wine is tart and bitter, something I’m not used to. I wrinkle my nose at it.
          That air of cocky arrogance has returned to him. “Not to your liking?” he asks, lifting his brow.
    “I’ve never had red wine before,” I admit.
    “Ah, yes,” he says, nodding his head. “You’re only eighteen, somehow I had forgotten. This will be our little secret.”
    It’s becoming one of many.
    I tip the glass back and drain the rest of the merlot. I need the liquid courage if I’m going to make it through this.
    “I want you, Hailey,” Andrew says again but this time his voice is low, more like a growl.
    It sends shivers down my spine and bumps prickling across my skin.
    “Want me, how?” I manage to squeak out. I sound so small and silly, even to myself.
    Andrew smirks and leans forward. The air between us is electric, it crackles with static. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s clearly enjoying it.
    “I want you in my bed again.”
    I search his eyes, they’re dark and smoldering. I can’t tell if he’s being honest or just toying with me. My body doesn’t care, it wants him. Badly.
    “What game are you playing?” I say out loud. Why are you doing this to me?
    Andrew frowns “I’m not playing any game.”
    The liquid courage is kicking in. “Why did you catfish me?”
    Now he leans back, severing our electric connection. Why do I instantly miss it?
    Andrew looks away, frowning with contemplation. I wonder what’s going through his head and give him a minute by pouring myself another glass.
    I nearly choke. I’m mid sip as he says, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you.”
    I sputter and cough. I was so not expecting that. Is he being serious? I would have never guessed it from the way he treated me at the office. But then I would have never dreamed he would lure me into the dark to have sex.
    Andrew acts as if he’s going to stand and come to my aid. I wave him back down and press my white napkin to my lips.
    While I cough all the merlot from my lungs, he goes on, “I don’t know what it is about you. You’re not my type.” His eyes drop, he’s staring hard at my breasts that are trying to spill out of my little blue dress. “I prefer skinny blondes.” His eyes slide back up to my face. I’m staring daggers now where