Текст книги "Vulture a Stepbrother Romance"

Автор книги: Emilia Beaumont

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13

Sara

Leaning against the wooden headboard, I sighed. The argument I’d had with Anita had drained me, and my arms were weak from clinging to the bed as Harvey attempted to pull me off. And though he didn’t succeed, he certainly had the strength to do it, making me believe it’d all been for show. Why was he back here, anyway? Why couldn’t people just leave me alone?

I roared, startling even myself. I was being pathetic. I knew it, and they knew it. And yet of the two of them, my twin sister and stepbrother, I never expected it would be Harvey who would encourage me to see sense, to be the one who stayed… and supported me. It made me want to fight.

I bit my lip as his words played in my mind. His threat to spank me had certainly cleared some of the cobwebs. And a part of me wished he’d done it, too.

Swinging my legs off the mattress, fighting the urge to go back to bed, I stomped into the en suite bathroom. I didn’t want to disappoint my stepbrother more than I had already, and I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him because… well, it was Harvey asking.

Plus, I was a sucker for those big blue eyes, stepbrother or no stepbrother. I certainly could understand how woman all around him would drop their panties at his command; he just had to bat those baby blues and they’d be goners.

I took my time in the shower, appalled at myself as I ran a hand over my stubbly legs. Harvey had probably felt and seen the hair on my legs, and I cringed at the thought. Once they were smooth again I let the heat soothe my weary muscles. Reminder to self: Lying in bed for two (or more?) days is not a good idea, best not to do it again.

Feeling a little better, I stepped out. Regret would plague me, I knew, for a long time to come. I should have been there with my family as they buried my mom, should have been there when they lowered her coffin into the ground. But I wasn’t. There’s nothing I can do to change that, no way to go back in time and force myself out of my grief, but I could do something different going forward.

I quickly avoided the mirror and continued to dry off. I grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body, using a second smaller towel to wrap my hair.

I shimmied into a pair of black trousers and put on a loose top; I skipped slapping on a ton of make-up and settled for a quick dab of waterproof mascara. Harvey had seen me plenty of times without make-up before, but this was not for him, this little act was for me. I wanted to feel like my old self again, like the confident Sara I sorely missed. I wondered where she’d gone and if I’d ever find her again. My mind started travelling down a dark path as Eric flashed in my head. I was too self-aware for my own good. I knew perfectly well what had happened to my old self, but now wasn’t the time to go diving back into that hole, exploring the why’s and how’s, not when a pinprick of light was only just starting to creep into my life again.

After I finished with the mascara, I applied the barest hint of blush on my cheeks, blow-dried my hair, pulled it up into a high ponytail, and then braved what awaited me down below.

A strong aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee filled the house as I made my descent. The smell made my stomach growl in hunger. I supposed starving yourself for days will do that to a body.

I sprang away from the bottom step and sauntered over to the kitchen. Once I got there I frowned in surprise, suppressing a giggle. Harvey had one of my very feminine aprons, the ones with pink frills, wrapped around his waist; his hands were busy at the hob. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. His eyes raked over my body and sent a rush of heat down to my belly. His gaze was intense and appreciative, and as he finally met my eyes. His own blue ones shone with fire and something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“You hungry?” he asked.

I flushed against his heated stare. “Famished.”

“Then come and sit down. I’ve prepared us some breakfast, and then I might show you the surprise I have for you.”

I made a face and raised my eyebrows. “A surprise? For me? Like a gift?”

He chuckled. “Yes, an early Christmas prezzie. But that’s for later—you have to patient, and eat first. How are you feeling?”

“Fine, keep your secrets,” I said with a smirk, resisting sticking my tongue out at him. “I feel a lot better than yesterday, though. It still hurts, of course. I never got to say goodbye to her, but she’d be livid if she knew I was miserable in bed.”

I sat at the table and put my head in my hands. I wasn’t explaining myself properly, and I felt like I needed to apologise to him for letting her, and him, down. God what must he think of me missing my own mother’s funeral? “I’m sorry I wasn’t there yesterday. I know I should have come, but I wasn’t in my right mind.”

Hearing faint footsteps, I lifted my eyes, and before I knew it he was standing across from me. He reached out and tilted my head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were sober but filled with such intensity that they almost took my breath away. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Sara. Hell, you don’t have to explain anything to anybody, do you understand?”

I nodded, grateful that Harvey was in my corner. Not even Eric had been able to do that. I scolded myself for comparing the two of them; it made me angry and so aware of the torment Eric had put me through. In contrast, Harvey, who wasn’t even a lover or boyfriend, treated me better than my husband ever did. How had I let Eric get away with that shite?

Harvey removed his fingertips from my chin and went back to cooking. He hummed a tune under his breath as he busied himself, collecting plates and cutlery, and I closed my eyes as his beautiful voice washed over me.

“You’ve got a beautiful voice,” I remarked when he finished plating our breakfast and brought it to the table.

“Why, thank you,” he said and performed an extravagant bow as if he’d just received a standing ovation.

I laughed. He moved back towards the counter, grabbing cups of coffee. As I watched him, I saw a muscle twitch in his shoulder through the fabric of his t-shirt. Fascinated, my eyes lingered upon his broad back, narrowing to a V at his waist. Then my gaze travelled even farther downwards onto the tight fabric around his butt. I giggled silently and bit down on my lower lip in case a laugh threatened to spill free. He turned around, and I attempted to avert my gaze, a poor show, really, since my eyes had been locked onto his butt for a second too long. I looked sheepish, but Harvey was grinning down at me. A knowing leer flickered over his face that said, I know what you were doing and I like it. Thankfully he didn’t bring it up; he sat down and we started to eat.

I sighed in relief and hoped the colour from my rosy cheeks would fade. We ate in comfortable silence, and by the time we were finished, I was eager to know more about the surprise he’d mentioned earlier.

“All right, all right,” he said when I drummed my hands on the table impatiently, giddy and full of enthusiasm. “I’ll go get it. Go wait in the living room, and no peeking.”

I indulged him and sat on the sofa. By the time he came back, I was on the edge of the cushion, just about to stand up, anxious to see what he had for me. I had no clue what it could be. Definitely not a new dishwasher, I thought, if he was bringing it into the living room. Images of random gifts ran through my mind, but nothing came close to what it ended up being.

“Close your eyes,” he said, his firm tone sending shivers down my spine.

“But then I won’t see.”

“Trust me.”

Did I trust him? I wasn’t sure yet, but I did what I was told and closed my eyes.

“Okay. You can open them up now.”

Held in Harvey’s huge, outstretched hands was a tiny black and white kitten. His pink, wet nose tilted up as he sniffed the air around him.

“Oh my god, Harvey.”

I lifted a hand and reached out. My fingers connected with the soft, fluffy fur at the back of the kitten’s neck. His baby blue eyes met mine for a brief moment, and his body purred as I took him with both hands, bringing him to my chest.

I looked up from the kitten as I stroked him and ran my fingers through the silky coat. “You brought him for me?” I asked in amazement.

“Yes,” Harvey answered simply. “I found him all on his lonesome on the street near my place. He must’ve gotten away from his mother or been abandoned. But I couldn’t leave him there. If I had, and I told you, I don’t think you would have ever forgiven me. He’s been staying with me for a few days, but I know nothing about cats. I did name him, though. He’s called Humbug.”

I smiled. It was the perfect name—minty black and white hard-boiled sweets that match the colours of his patchy coat. Plus, of course, it was Christmas soon. “I think it suits him. It is a him, right?”

Harvey twisted his lips and shrugged, “I believe so. I didn’t exactly go prodding down there, seemed rude.”

I laughed and brought the little guy up to my face. His eyes were a little runny, nothing some meds wouldn’t sort out. His little paws, tiny pink pads on the underside, waved in front of my face, booping me on the nose. “I think he likes me.”

“He’s yours if you want him. I think you need him, and he certainly needs you, Sara.”

Was he talking about the kitten or something else? No, I was reading far too much into his words.

I shook my head and couldn’t help the line that marred my forehead. “But how on earth can I afford to keep a kitten when I can barely function, or feed myself? Not to mention the likely possibly that’ll I’ll be homeless soon.”

“Well, I certainly don’t want that, and I’ve been meaning to bring this up anyway. What with your mother’s passing, I forgot all about it, but how about this?” He took my hand in his after I’d let Humbug down to scamper around our feet on the rug. “I’ll make you a deal. You take the kitten in, give him a good home, look after him, and I’ll give you a job at my company.”

Sceptical, I narrowed my eyes at him. “That doesn’t sound like a very fair deal—for you, I mean. I get an adorable kitten and a job? Win-win for me… What’s in it for you?”

He shrugged. “I need the help, and there’s plenty of work to go around. I just landed another contract. But if you’re not interested, I’ll take my kitten and leave,” he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, his hand outstretched as he reached to grab Humbug, who darted away from his grasp at the last second.

“Pfft, over my dead body. Humbug’s mine now. What’s the job?”

“My secretary.”

“Ha!” I blurted. “Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “I’m not that bad to work for.”

“Yeah, sure, totally undemanding, not wanting everything your own way all the time…”

“I do like things a certain way,” he huffed. This was clearly not the reaction he was hoping for, I thought, but I was only teasing. “So, do you want the job or not?”

My head reeled for a moment, and my heart pounded against my chest at his dangerous proposal—but dangerous for whom? Me, or my heart? I was so dazed and lost in my own thoughts that I barely heard him say, “It’s good pay, Sara. I’ll even loan you some money to pay off your missed mortgage bills.”

I stared up at him with wide eyes. “Don’t be silly, Harvey. That’s too much! I don’t think I could take your money, not like that.”

He shrugged, and his fingers tightened around mine. “Nonsense. You’re family, and you’re not exactly taking it from me. I’ll lend it to you, and you can pay me back later on if you want. I’m an idiot for not offering sooner; I could’ve saved you weeks of worry.”

“I probably wouldn’t have accepted, anyway,” I replied.

“I want to help you in any way that I can, Sara,” Harvey insisted, “and I can’t do that if you won’t let me. You’ve got to let someone help you. You’ve got to start letting someone in…”

I looked at him again with narrowed eyes; we were no longer talking about the job or the money or the house. His words vaguely touched upon something else. I swallowed a rising thickness in my throat.

“You’ve helped me plenty already. I don’t think I can keep doing this to you,” I muttered and avoided meeting his gaze.

But he wouldn’t allow me off the hook; he took my chin with his thumb and forced me to look at him. “You aren’t doing anything to me… I want to be here. I want to help you. I promised I’d be here for you, remember? Let me do this for you. Let me in. I’ll be at your side whenever you need me. Always.” He spoke in a whisper, his lips close to mine. I felt my head spin. Oh god, oh god. My heart was fluttering out of control; it was as if he was swearing an oath to me, and I couldn’t help the rush of tears that started to well up or the feeling—instinct, really—that I should lean in and kiss him. In the heat of the moment, I desperately wanted to. His hand was upon my chin, and his eyes were searching my soul; I so desperately wanted to meet his lips with my own. Oh god, what do I do?

Humbug jumped up onto my lap, and his needle-like baby claws sank into my flesh through the fabric of my trousers. I reached for the kitten and scooped him up. “You need your claws cut, Mister,” I said to the ball of fluff who now squirmed, wanting to be back down on the floor.

I let Humbug free and glanced back at Harvey. The need to kiss him was still there, but the moment was lost.

I smiled. “All right, if you insist. I’ll take the kitten and the job, but I will pay you back. I’m serious about that.”

“Fair enough,” he said, beaming.

I shivered against the winter cold and pulled at my thick coat. Burrowing deeper into it, I carried on towards Harvey’s offices. I was anxious and delighted all at the same time. This could be the break I needed, I thought, the opportunity to get my life back on track after being derailed so many times. And though it was hard to say goodbye to Humbug’s fuzzy face that morning, Momma had to go out and earn some money so we could both eat. He wasn’t too fussed, anyway, curled up in his little plush bed without a care in the world.

The sun was in the process of fighting its way up into the sky as I made my way towards the large building. The chilly breeze wafted into my thick dark blonde mane, spinning it up into the air as it drove me forward on my first Monday morning commute to work.

My fingers trembled slightly when they connected with the building’s glass door. I pushed a button to let myself in. Though it was only eight in the morning, a crowd was already forming, queuing for the lifts, as I stepped inside. Shiny leather shoes padded against the polished floor; heels clicked softly as I looked around. Feeling self-conscious, I unbuttoned my coat to reveal a black pencil skirt, a white blouse and a mixed cotton cardy. I couldn’t help but think I was underdressed, surrounded by men in pristine three-piece suits and ladies in dresses I would only think of wearing to an event like a wedding or a ladies’ day at the races.

I was here now, I thought. There’s no going back. They’d have to take me as I was, even if I was dressed simply, the ugly sister at the ball. Instead I concentrated on the day ahead, wondering how Harvey would react at work. Would he treat me differently? Dismiss me as just another one of his minions, or would he continue to nurture our relationship, which I considered almost bizarre. He was becoming my best friend, which puzzled me to no end. The mere thought of working by his side, taking orders and doing what he wanted, sent an odd yet electrifying sensation down my spine. The idea of being at his beck and call made my stomach flutter. I had an interesting day ahead, that was for sure.

I pondered whether Harvey was feeling the same at the prospect of ordering me around, having me within his inner sanctum. Or would it just be another ordinary day for him? Surely not… I wanted to believe the small connection we’d made over the last few weeks, months even, was real. That I wasn’t just his annoying, ugly, helpless, damsel-in-distress stepsister, that maybe he saw me as something more…

I shook my head. The thought was ludicrous. I didn’t even want to form the words in my head, let alone let them develop and grow. There was absolutely no way Harvey could or would feel more about me in that way. You’ve lost your tiny mind! Especially when his actions had always made it very clear that he desired and would only settle for the perfect woman. Skinny, flawless, and downright gorgeous. Someone who was the total opposite of me. I was the imperfect Sara Chambers.

Why am I even thinking about this anyway? He’s my stepbrother. Playing in a loop, though, chanting in the background, was a little voice I barely paid attention to. Not anymore, he’s not…

14

Sara

A strong gust of air conditioning hit my face as I entered the office. It was nearly as bad as the frigid gale outside! I shivered against the cold and pulled my cardigan tighter around my plump body as I dithered after getting out of the lift. Workers behind me bumped into me; I mumbled apologies and quickly hopped to the side as I took in the long row of desks and computers. The inner office walls were a soothing, inoffensive cream while the carpet was a rich shade of burgundy. Apprehensively I made my way over to the reception area and tried to ignore the curious looks I was receiving from the passing employees.

A familiar face came around a corner, startling me, and I stumbled upon my short heels. I stuck a hand out against a nearby desk and balanced myself, cursing under my breath for perpetuating the crappy opinion Sadie must already have of me. God, I could only imagine how many of my unredeeming qualities Harvey might have shared with her during their time together.

“Hi,” I said, sounding a little out of breath.

Standing close to Harvey’s girlfriend, in her shadow, I righted myself and sent a quick, almost apologetic smile at the blonde-haired vision, yanking anxiously at the hem of my cardi.

“Hi,” Sadie answered, though her voice betrayed confusion. She was staring at me as if I’d suddenly grown a pair of horns. “What are you doing here? Are you here to see Harvey?”

“You could say that,” I said with a smile.

“He’s in a meeting at the moment,” she replied, “but maybe I could help?”

“Um, I’m here for the job,” I said.

Sadie frowned. “Here? What job? We aren’t hiring at this point.”

My lips parted and my mouth fell into a small O. Hadn’t Harvey said for me to come on Monday morning and he would settle me in? Did I get something mixed up? But I shook my head. No, I was definitely in the right place and at the right time. I’d made sure to write down the building’s address as well as the date and time he wanted me to start.

“He’s offered me a job as his secretary. He said for me to come on Monday, so here I am.”

“What did you say?” Sadie asked, her voice a little aghast. Her eyes blazed. She was pissed. “He’s looking for someone to replace me?”

Oh, shit.

“I…” I trailed, “I don’t know what to say. Maybe there’s a misunderstanding?” I said with a vague hint of optimism. Sadie did not seem to be the kind of person you’d want as an enemy.

“Maybe,” she repeated, her hands on her hips, “I’m going to kill him. But he isn’t looking for a new secretary, so I think it’s best if you leave now.” She walked towards me and started to steer me towards the elevators, clearly wanting me gone.

I put up a hand and said, “Wait! I’m not leaving till I speak with Harvey.” I stood firm; I wasn’t going to let her railroad me, no matter who she was in Harvey’s life.

She paused and sighed.

“Look, he’s just helping me out. I didn’t mean to cause you or anyone else any trouble. I don’t have a job at the moment, and he offered me one the other day, as his secretary, that is. I honestly didn’t know the position was already filled. But I need this job—any job—to pay off my missed mortgage payments, Sadie.” I hated the fact that my voice sounded whiny or needy, but I didn’t want her thinking I was a terrible person, coming and trying to take her job.

“Shit, this is fucked-up,” she cursed under her breath. A strand of glossy blonde hair draped across her face, blocking her vision; she pushed at it and tucked it roughly by her ear. “I don’t know anything about this arrangement you have with him. But we’ll get it sorted. Come on, follow me,” she said and steered me around.

I followed and said quietly, “Thanks, I appreciate it. And I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine what you must’ve thought of me, just barging in here, trying to take your job.”

We walked down a long corridor edged with ferns. “Oh, honey. It’s not your fault. And I’m not mad at you… but Harvey won’t know what hit him when I get my hands on him.”

Pushing through a pair of glass doors, we arrived at an alcove. A wide desk, covered with all the things you’d expect to find in an office, was positioned directly outside a large corner office farther beyond. The engraved plaque on the door read Harvey Guyer.

Sadie waved a hand over to the far wall, pointing to a smaller and less burdened desk.

“For the time being, that can be yours. I wouldn’t mind having an assistant myself until we sort everything out. I’ve got plenty of filing, photocopying and other mind-numbing tasks to keep you busy with,” Sadie announced with a half-smile.

“Really? That would be awesome! Well, you know what I mean.”

She nodded and her smile broadened. Maybe she was warming up to me. And I had to admit she wasn’t all that bad, either. First impressions notwithstanding, the icy exterior seemed to be melting away.

I made myself comfortable at the small industrial desk as Sadie busied herself collecting items I would need. “You’ll have to make do with my old laptop, I’m afraid.” She placed a monstrosity of a machine down with a clunk. “If you stay, and we figure out a more permanent solution, IT will issue you your own.”

Sadie showed me how to log on and gave me some data entry work to get on with. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be, and as the minutes progressed I found my fingers getting used to the keys, dancing over them accurately.

After a while, Sadie left the room, and my mind started to wander. I wondered if Harvey made a habit of dating his employees, never mind his own secretary. I wondered what she made of all the other women in his life, how she tolerated it. Perhaps, though, they had an open relationship. It was the twenty-first century after all. Not everyone found the need to shackle themselves to another for the rest of their lives. And though I knew was being nosy, I resolved to ask him more about himself. Whenever we spent time together, everything always seemed to be about me and my troubles. I wanted to know more about him, even if it wasn’t something I wanted to hear… but that’s what friends were for—no judging—and it was high time I supported him in how he ran his life.

By the time the clock that sat on Sadie’s desk hit twelve, I stopped typing and wiggled my cramping fingers. The time had flown by, and sometime in the last hour I’d completely zoned out. It’d been nice to get out of my head for a bit; who knew data entry work could be so restorative? It was akin to meditation. This was what I’d been missing out on for the last three years. The experience of working again was freeing, and I knew the task wasn’t glamorous or anyone’s dream job, and it might even be temporary, but I’d take it with both hands in a heartbeat.

My stomach growled, and I wondered if I should wait for Sadie to return, but after it emitted another loud roar, I thought it best to go calm the beast.

I stretched my spine as I got up; I pushed at the heavy doors and stepped out into the main area of the office. It was a lot nosier out there, what with the lunch crowd anxiously waiting for the lifts to arrive. I took my place in the queue, off to one side, away from the little clusters of people. I was just about to step forward towards the waiting lift when a deep, sensual and familiar voice called out to me.

“Sara!”

I turned around and saw Harvey make his way through the crowd towards me, his employees immediately parting to let him pass. He was dressed, as always, in a fine grey suit, his tall and muscular build hidden but still detectable under the fabric. A bolt of electricity shot down my back as he came closer, his crystal-blue eyes staring at me.

“Oh, there you are,” I said with a raised eyebrow. “You’re in so much trouble!”

“Really? What have I done now?”

“Maybe I should let Sadie—you know, your secretary—have the honours of ripping you a new one?”

He closed the window on his sultry blue eyes and let out a breath. “Ah, yeah. I forgot to tell her… God, she is going to kill me, isn’t she?”

“I would. Can’t blame her, really. She thought I was here to take her job!”

“Fuck.”

“You’re going to have to do something really nice to make it up to her. A nice, fancy date at a very expensive restaurant wouldn’t go amiss.”

He frowned. “I’m sorry, Sara.” He moved closer and touched my arm. A buzz of warmth radiated through me, but before I could accept his apology—maybe I’d make him squirm a little longer—he dropped his hand as he saw a raging blonde come towards him.

“Harvey!”

“You better apologise, quick,” I said under my breath.

Harvey smirked. He seemed utterly unfazed by Sadie’s vicious look. “Ah, don’t be angry. You still love me, right?” he said to her. I stepped to the side, feeling awkward in their presence, and I hoped to god he wouldn’t demonstrate any more of his feelings for her… My heart would crack just a little if he kissed her right now in front of me.

“I could’ve done with some warning!” she said, “It’s not like I’m your secretary or anything.” Her hands were firmly placed on her hips.

“Fine, yes. I’m sorry. I’m a schmuck, you’re a goddess. Can we move on—?”

He didn’t have chance to finish because Sadie cut him off with a wave of her hand. “You’d better find some way of making it up to me,” she said and started to glide away, but for all her bluster, it was just a show. She winked playfully and smirked at me from behind Harvey’s back, then carried on walking.