My Shameful Secret (Forbidden Stepbrother Billionaire Romance) Read Free Page B

alabaster skin glowing with perfect health. She wore a black wool dress that hugged her slender curves, and I could see the guys doing double takes whenever they passed her by. It made my fists clench, and it took everything in me not to charge through the crowd and pull her into my arms.  
    She was mine.
    Mine.
    Her dress had an off-the-shoulder neckline and as she turned towards the exit doors, it slipped a little on the left, revealing the gentle creamy slope of her shoulder.
    Just like that, and I was hard.
    Again.
    I turned back swiftly. The crowd was thinning, and it was only a matter of time before they found me. I had to get my body under control before that happened.

MISHA

    “Don’t bother hiding it,” Elizabeth teased from the window seat. “It’s obvious you’re excited.”
    I stuck out my tongue but didn’t deny the truth. I was excited to see my brother. And apprehensive, but our parents didn’t have to know that. It had been months since our fight, and though he still called home often, it just wasn’t the same. I had tried bringing it up whenever I got to talk to him on my own, but Saehan would just change the subject all the time. Eventually, I stopped trying to talk to him about it. I told myself it was better if I’d do it now. In person . When I could see his face and see how he really felt.
    When the plane landed, I was the first to go, ignoring my parents’ laughing calls for me to wait. I was just so excited to see Saehan. I went past the baggage claiming area, knowing my dad would get mine for me. I wanted to see my brother – now.
    A huge crowd waited past the exit doors, and I wondered anxiously how we’d be able to find the guy who was supposed to pick us up at the airport. Vivian St. Clair was throwing a pre-graduation party for Saehan tonight, and we couldn’t afford to be late.
    Craning my neck, I tried looking for anyone holding a placard that bore our names. Instead, I found the most amazing-looking guy standing with his back to me, a book on his hands.  
    When asked, most girls were attracted to a guy’s face first. For others, it was the size of the guy’s bank balance. But me, what I liked best was how a man looked from behind. And this guy at the bookstand?
    Sexy back.
    He was incredibly tall, topping six feet by several inches. His hair was a rich shiny shade of ebony, his skin olive-toned. His long-sleeved shirt seemed to be custom-tailored for his build, emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders and the wide, hard expanse of his chest. His dark gray trousers were also a perfect fit, and the way it accentuated the well-rounded shape of his buttocks made me feel a little hot in the face.
    Sexy back, sexy back, sexy back.
    The words floated in my mind, and I felt like I was floating myself, with how beautiful he looked from the back. If his front matched his rear –
    Oh, wow.
    I was so addicted to the sight of him that I found myself approaching him, slowly, then almost giddily. I was young, single, and in England. Surely it was time I tried making the first move for once?
    I was already seventeen, and my only experience with the opposite sex was that disastrous non-date encounter with Jared. Wasn’t it time I buried that in the past, where it belonged, and try again?
    I took deep gulps of breath. You can do this, Misha, I chanted to myself.
    Another step, and I was just a few feet away from him.  
    Girls even younger than me did this all the time. There was nothing wrong about saying ‘hi’ to a boy and showing interest first. Right?
    I took one last step, and I now stood directly behind him.
    I opened my mouth to speak, but suddenly Elizabeth was calling me from behind. “Misha!”
    The stranger in front of me stiffened, and I gasped when he started to turn.  
    Act cool, act natural, act—
    Our eyes met.
    My jaw dropped, and my heart nearly shuddered into a stop.
    Saehan?
    The guy whose sexy back I was crushing on – the guy I planned to hit on – was my own