Stepbrother Chronicles: 2 Sexy, Steamy Quickies

MY BIG STEPBROTHER
Although I could learn to like my new stepfather, who was much nicer than my last one, it was my new stepbrother who had me doing a triple take.
Regardless, what do you do when you get a new sibling and you’re eighteen years old? How the hell do you adjust to that?
And to make matters worse, he was gorgeous. Cool. Smart. And popular. Everything I wasn’t, and never would be.
When we were in the same room, my heart pounded. So I’d leave.
When he drove me to school, I couldn’t breathe. So I walked.
When he looked at me from across the dinner table, I got dizzy. So I didn’t eat.
But I needed him. I needed him to help me with math, and he was a genius, after all. You see, I needed to get into college so I’d never be dependent on a man, like my mother was.
So I hired him.
And, boy, did he make me pay.

MY BOSSY STEPBROTHER
Another marriage, another stepbrother.
When my mom got married for the fourth time, I didn’t attend the wedding. It was at the top of some mountain in Switzerland, anyway.
So when I learned I had a new stepbrother, I yawned. There’ve been so many I’ve lost track.
But Cal was different. He was gorgeous. Successful. Hot. Rich. And he couldn’t be bothered by me.
But as luck would have it, he ended up not only being my new roommate, but also my new boss. How the hell did that happen?
I’m just trying to make my way in my first post-college job, and I have to deal with this sh*t?
I’m trying to hate him. Really, I am.
It’s not easy, with the way he looks at me, talks to me, and touches me. Oops, I wasn’t supposed to say that.
But I don’t care. I’ll find a way.
Even if he does boss me around and tell me what to do. Both in the office and in the bedroom.