Obsessed (Hostile Takeover #1) Read Free

way to my temporary room. As I was rounding a corner, something moved in my way. That something was big and tall and darkly handsome.
    “Hello, Kent,” I said as I tried to side-step around him.
    “You’ve been out,” Kent said, voice a little sharp.
    “Yes, I have. I’m a big girl. Almost twenty-two. I’m allowed to go out by myself.” I wriggled past him.
    He sniffed. “You’re drunk.”
    “No, not drunk. Just feeling good. Very gooooood.” I giggled. How funny. Here was this guy, acting all big-brother-y and we’d known each other for less than one day. I was going to have to put an end to that right here, right now. “Before you get preachy, I saw what you were doing earlier. With your friend .” I rolled my eyes and poked my index finger at his chest. Ouch. It was hard. I continued toward my room.
    “You saw me?” When my hip knocked into the wall I hadn’t seen, he wrapped an arm around my waist. “What did you see?”
    “Hands off, Kent.” I shoved him away. “What’re you trying to do? Seduce me?” I clicked my tongue. “Naughty, naughty. We wouldn’t want your girlfriend to get jealous.”
    “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
    “You don’t? Then why were you sucking on that girl’s tits?” I asked. Wow, alcohol sure made me brave. I liked it. I liked being able to speak my mind.
    “Because they’re nice tits.” He grabbed my elbow.
    I waved my arm and gave him mean eyes. “Sheesh, you’re mighty grabby. Would you stop that?”
    “I want to make sure you make it to your room in one piece.”
    “I’ll be fine. Just fine. It’s only a hundred…miles away.” I nodded. “Has anyone ever told you this house is ridiculously huge?” I waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry. I don’t really get the concern anyway. It isn’t like we’re really related. You don’t know me. I don’t know you.”
    “Very true.” He opened my door for me and watched as I shuffled past him. “Let’s just say I tend to be concerned about the welfare of my guests.”
    “Your guests?” I echoed.
    Had he really said I was his guest?
    Wasn’t I his father’s guest?
    Wasn’t this stupidly huge house his father’s house?
    “Yes, this is my home,” he informed me.
    “Your home? Not your father’s?”
    “My father lives in the carriage house.” He pointed out the window. “Your mother will be moving in with him once they return from their wedding.”
    “Carriage house?” I repeated. “So this massive freaking house belongs to you?”
    His smile was as wide as the freaking Grand Canyon. “It does.”
    “Only you?”
    “Um, if you mean to ask if I’m taken, the answer is no.” He placed an index finger under my chin and lifted until my gaze met his. “I’m flattered you asked.”
    Another giggle bubbled in my belly and I couldn’t hold it in. God, I was such a silly, pathetic, drunk mess right now. But did I care? Not really. I liked the glimmer of heat sparkling in his eyes. And the pleasant little zaps that buzzed under my skin when he touched me. “I didn’t ask because I was interested in…well, you know.”
    “Because you find me attractive?” he offered.
    My face burned. “No! Of course not. I mean, not that you’re ugly or anything, but we’re brother and sister now. Kind of. I mean, you’re older than me, too.”
    “Yes, that I am. Old enough to leave a drunk girl alone.” He leaned in, and I held my breath. What was he doing? I angled back, spine straining, and watched him come closer, closer. His mouth met the tip of my nose. He pressed his perfect lips to my skin then backed away. “Sweet dreams, little sister. See you in the morning.”
    I waved then fell into bed, fully clothed, with a silly, stupid smile on my face.
     

     
    Oh, shit.
    I was dying.
    Okay, I wasn’t dying. I just wished I was dead. My head was exploding. My stomach was roiling.
    Last night had been fun, a whole lot of fun, but what a mistake. I never should have drunk so much. I was