My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 33

For a moment he didn’t say anything else. His eyes kept moving across the code like he was retracing every step I had taken.

Then he spoke again, “Nice trick though.”

I frowned slightly, confused, and finally looked up at him over my shoulder. I blinked, stunned, "I fixed the bugs."

"Not the code, Gianna," he sneered, slowly, his eyes dropped lower and stayed there, "The cleavage. It’s a classic move. You realize you’re losing, so you decide to give me a little show to make me lose my focus. You thought if I was busy looking at your skin, I wouldn't notice if you messed up the logic."

My stomach tightened, I followed his gaze down and froze. My shirt. Three buttons open. The fabric had shifted when I leaned forward earlier, the collar pulled wide. Cool air brushed against the skin of my chest.

The black lace edge of my bra was visible.

A lot of it.

My face burned with a heat so hot it felt like my skin was peeling. I looked like the very thing I hated, the girl who used her body because she wasn't smart enough to use her brain.

"I... I wasn't... I couldn't breathe," I stuttered, my voice small and weak.

I reached up with a shaking hand, desperate to grab the fabric and hide myself. I wanted to button it back up and run out of the building. But before I could touch the buttons, his hand shot out like a snake.

Raphael grabbed my wrist. His grip was like a steel cuff, cold, hard, and impossible to break. He didn't hurt me, but he held me in place, curling his long inked fingers around my hand.

"Don't," he said, as he leaned down until his lips were inches from my neck, "I never said I wasn't enjoying the view. If you want to act like a certain type of woman to get ahead, who am I to stop you? It fits what I already know about you, doesn't it?"

I seethed. A hot, white rage started to boil in my chest, fighting with the shame. Men like him always thought a woman's value was only as deep as her skin.

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