Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 91

4: Georgina.

Is this real life?

Sheltered or not, I'm usually capable of assessing a situation pretty fast.

Reading people. Solving dilemmas. But I can't make sense of this. Aleksei, the man I've been having illicit fantasies about for years, has been having them about me, too?

No way. I don't believe it. All those times I snuck into his bedroom because I was “scared of the thunder” (I wasn’t), he refused to take any of the openings I gave him. I mean, call me crazy, but when a half - naked girl combs her fingers through a man’s chest hair and purrs like a kitten, that’s a sure — fire sign she's interested in more. But he'd only lain there like a stone statue, grunting at me in Russian to stop interrupting his sleep.

All this time, has he wanted to push me down into the mattress and...

I can't even bring myself to think the word, because I’m already slick. Right where it counts. And he keeps frowning at my squeezed — together legs, as if he knows it.

“I don’t believe you. About wanting me.”

His jaw muscle flexes. Hard. He’s angry now? “Don't believe me?”

“Nope. Why now? Why would you wait to tell me this until you're...” I fling a hand toward the passing scenery, “essentially driving me out of your life?”

He bares his teeth. “I’m not leaving you. We've spoken of this.”

Hearing that, knowing he didn’t just mean it in some symbolic way, my heart lifts with relief. As much as I want my freedom, the one thing — person — I never want to be away from is Aleksei. He’s the one who brings home a cake and candles to celebrate my birthday when my father forgets. He’s the one who fusses and threatens the doctors when I’m sick. My friend, the only man who's ever made my lady parts clench...my uncle who isn’t really an uncle.

Aleksei.

But it’s difficult to reconcile the man I’ve grown up with and this new, sexually charged Adonis...who claims to want me. Bad. Even after walking in on him touching himself in the shower, our relationship didn’t change. Not on his end, anyway. I was walking into walls for two months, the hot vision of his big hand stroking up and down his shaft painted on my corneas.

“I need an explanation, Aleksei. Or I'll...” I search the car for some threat inspiration, my gaze landing on the granola bar sticking out of my purse. “I won't eat until I get the truth.”

If possible, his powerful frame grows even stiffer. “Your lunch time is in seventeen minutes, Georgina. You will not be missing it.”

Propping my hand on a bent wrist, I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Then I guess you should start talking.”

He grunts, looking at me with grudging approval. “You are a very challenging creature.” His fingers tap on the steering wheel. “Very well. I will appease some of this curiosity.”

My smile seems to distract him. “Thank you.”