Free Thick: A Stepbrother Romance by L. M. Roberts Page A

I’m so not sorry.
                  He let me go, and stood back searching my eyes. “Well maybe a different time then?”
                  “Maybe.” I replied, turning around to go.
                  He caught my hand and kissed the back of it. Winking before he left to go back to the bar. If he had been a great lay, and his breath didn’t smell like shit. Yeah, I would have swooned over the gesture. But the fact that he always, and I do mean always, smelled like onions was a major turn off. Oh, and the fact his pecker couldn’t please a damn blow up doll. Faking orgasms is a lot harder than you think it is.
    Trust me, three time champion right here. Story of my fucking life.

Chapter Seven
     
                  As I sat down in front of Alex, I gave her the stink eye. Of course the whole escapade between Brett and I made her crack up with laughter. Would I really go to jail for strangling someone, even if it was just a little? I sighed and ordered my first of many margaritas. I put my purse in the seat next to me, and leaned back into the plush chair. The more I glared at Alex, the harder she laughed. Before too long she had tears rolling down her cheeks, and her face was as red as a beet.
                  “So not funny,” I spat.
                  She chuckled. “No your right…It was frigging hilarious.”
                  I pouted, sticking my lower lip over my upper. “You should feel sorry for me, Alex. His outer appearance is no direct reflection of what’s underneath, trust me.”
                  “I would say I’m sorry, but that would be a lie.” She cackled with laughter.
                  I stuck my tongue at her, just as my drink arrived. Taking a sip, I let the cool liquid slide down my throat. Damn, a mango margarita hit the spot. Licking my lips, I looked up to see Alex watching me closely. I furrowed my brow and took another big gulp from my glass. She turned her head to the side, studying me.
                  “Anything you want to tell me?”
                  I shrugged my shoulders. “Just than I’m not going back to the office.”
                  She inhaled fast, putting a hand over her mouth. “You got fired, didn’t you? Dammit I told you not to be so sexy. You should have listened,” she joked.
                  I smirked. “Hardy…Har…Har. You have to be sexy for that to amount to anything. I,” I said gesturing to myself, “am not even close to being sexy. Shit look at this hair.”
                  She rolled her eyes, taking a small sip from her margarita. “Ok. So why aren’t you going back to work?”
                  I went through the whole conversation that I had with my mom. Of course Alex had to have every fucking detail. She was a stickler like that. She felt that if the whole story wasn’t told she couldn’t get a real feel for the situation. In this case she was right. I needed someone’s opinion on returning home to my mother’s spring of the moment wedding. It all sounded crazy to me, and I needed someone to ground me and tell me that I was overreacting. Alex did just that.
                  “Let me get this straight. Your mother, a woman that has been single for almost all of your life, is getting married in five days.” At my nod she continued. “To a man that you have never met to beat it all; and not only that, but you’re getting a Stepbrother out of the whole mess. Did I get everything?”
                  “Pretty much sums up the whole conversation,” I agreed.
                  She sat back, blowing out a breath. “Wow, that’s pretty fucked up.”
                  I laughed lightly. “Right.” 
                   It seemed that I wasn’t the only one that thought this whole thing was messed up. I was so glad that I had