Home For The Holidays, Falling For Her Stepbrother

Cinderella

Hunter POV

I couldn’t believe my luck when the gorgeous girl practically fell into me. I had felt those luscious breasts pressing against me, saw her doe brown eyes glancing at me uncertainly, and seen her bite those pale pink lips of hers that made me want to groan out loud. f**k. She was stunning. She had curves that instantly made me hard, forcing me to fight back my arousal as I sat down at the table, unable to keep my eyes off her. She was stunning, with a look of innocence that only made her look even more beguiling to me. She was the type of girl that you dreamed of having but never found in real life, and she was staring right at me.

"Dana, that’s a beautiful name" I murmured, taking a sip of my beer and watching her closely.

She hadn’t come here with a man, that was for damn sure. That was even better.

She blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. My eyes lingered on her cleavage, at the hint of those perfect orbs beneath her dress, my mouth going dry. Damn. I had been in this town for one day, and I was already behaving like a randy teenager. But with a girl who looked like this, who could blame me?

I slowly inched closer to her, hearing the sharp intake of breath, fighting back my grin. She was just as affected as I was even if she was trying to hide it. She fiddled nervously with her drink. My hand slowly went to her leg and touched it. She coughed. I crept my hand underneath her dress, touching her soft thighs, listening as her breathing became shallow. Her skin was soft. Smooth. Plump. I was gentle, caressing her as she looked at me, her body slowly relaxing as I didn’t attempt to take it any further, at least not yet. This pretty girl, I thought, eyeing her, was coming back to the room with me, she just didn’t know it yet. I could show her things that would make any grown woman blush, but it was thinking of the sounds of her cries and her screams as she came, that almost undid me then and there.

"I um" she stammered, her voice rising slightly in pitch.

I moved even closer. Our shoulders were practically touching. I could smell her perfume. It was subtle, like roses. It suited her. I was salivating, almost drooling. I leaned in close, my breath in her ear. She made a strangled sound.

"Tell me you want me to stop" I murmured, as she sucked in a breath, "Or" I paused and looked at her meaningfully, not wanting to beat around the bush, envisioning myself sinking into her warmth and into her folds, my c**k stiffening in response, "we could go back to my hotel room" I continued, looking her directly in the eyes.

She nibbled on her lower lip, and I almost groaned out loud. My eyes watched her every move. I wanted to taste the sweetness of her lips, among other things. She appeared to be struggling with herself, and I waited patiently. I wasn’t the type of man to pressure a woman or force her, even if I did feel a bit of disappointment at the thought that she might refuse. I had never felt this much attraction to another woman before and certainly not to the point of taking her home for a one-night stand. It was a shame that I wasn’t going to remain in town for much longer, I thought with a sigh. Otherwise, I could have offered much more. You shouldn't forget this type of girl in a hurry. I felt a little forlorn at the thought that I wouldn't be able to see her again.

"Um, well the thing is…" she began to say, looking a little embarrassed.

My phone rang. I cursed out loud, fishing it out of my pocket. Damnit. I had to take this. I glanced apologetically at Dana. "Give me one minute", I held up my finger, "I have to take this," I added with a low growl.

Shit. This was bad timing. I put the phone to my ear. "Hello."

I practically bit the words out. This had better be important, or I am going to lose my s**t.

"Hunter darling, I’ve been trying to get hold of you for hours" the voice shrieked on the other end as I winced at the ear-piercing sound.

Ouch. I held the cell phone tightly in my hand, fighting back my impatience. "Sandra, what can I do for you?" I snarled.

Sandra was a pain in my side and a constant source of irritation. A daughter of a close friend of my stepfather’s, we had grown up together and, for some unfathomable reason, she seemed to think she had some sort of claim on me. She was dreaming.

No amount of telling her otherwise seemed to make her see reality. It was particularly difficult when it came to trying to date around her.

"Have you found our mysterious heiress yet?" Sandra’s voice was low and filled with anxiety.

I rolled my eyes "I’ve only been here a few hours, so no, I haven’t found her yet. I haven’t even had a chance to look at the file" I said, irritated. "I’m trying to relax. I plan on having a proper search tomorrow. What’s the rush?"

"Your father wants you back here as soon as possible, for the holidays," Sandra said, sounding as though she was pouting, "and we always spend them together, so I don’t want you gone too long."

I only spent the holidays with her because my step-father insisted. He seemed to think that Sandra and I would make a great couple and was forever finding ways to throw us together. He, too, couldn't seem to take a hint.

"It will take as long as it takes for me to find her," I said, closing my eyes and breathing deeply in an attempt to find some much-needed patience. "She could be anywhere in this town. There’s no way of telling how she’s going to take the news either."

Sandra laughed "You mean being told that she’s the daughter of a billionaire, mistakenly put through foster care by a mother who took off with her? I think she’ll be thrilled to discover that she’s rich all of a sudden."

Her tone was heavy with sarcasm. I didn't like it. She wasn't being very empathetic.

"Put yourself in her shoes." My tone was cold. "Can you imagine living your whole life, living from foster home to foster home, with no family, only to be told all along that you had one? It could be painful."

Sandra snorted "Oh please, you’re acting as though it was some sort of traumatic thing. She’ll get over it with enough money. Just wait and see, I bet I’m right" she added, sounding smug.

"Money doesn’t fix everything, Sandra," I said, rubbing my forehead and feeling the beginning of a headache forming.

She was so tiring to talk to. It was a miracle that my stepfather could stand to be around her as much as he did. I could feel myself growing frustrated with the conversation.

"Only poor people say that. When are you coming home?" she demanded.

I rolled my eyes. That was it. I was done. "Goodnight."

I hung up the phone and turned back around to look at Dana apologetically. "Sorry about that…." My voice trailed off in disappointment. I only had myself to blame for taking that phone call. I should have hung up straight away instead of indulging that damn girl!

My lush goddess, the woman I had been looking forward to going home with tonight, had all but disappeared like Cinderella with her glass slipper. I swore out loud, feeling even more frustrated, glancing wildly around the club, but could see no sign of her anywhere. Her drink sat there empty, the only reminder she was even real and not some figment of my imagination. I hadn’t even gotten her last name, I remembered with a sigh, so there was no chance of being able to call her or find her number to give her a personal apology. I gave a growl of frustration. It looked as though I was going home all by myself tonight. There was no other woman as remotely interesting as my Dana or Cinderella, as I nicknamed her in my head, had been. As I headed back towards my hotel, driving in my car, my thoughts remained on a beautiful brunette with big doe eyes and curves that begged to be explored. The chances of seeing that goddess again, I thought, with a sigh and a slam of the hand on the steering wheel, were practically zero. Cinderella was going to have to remain a fairytale unless a fairy godmother took pity on me and saw fit to thrust her in my path again.