Free Love My Billionaire Stepbrother: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance by Eve Kaye Page B

wanted him to like me. Like me as an adult.
    A not-stepsister adult.
    Fat chance of that.
    I wasn’t worldly like the rotating harem of supermodels he brought to family dinners. Dad and Brigette, his mom, insisted we have them a couple of times a month, whenever Jake and Callum were back in the states on business. Our parents wanted all of us to get to know each other.
    To feel like family.
    The only problem was that we were already grown up and, besides, I didn’t want him to think of me as family. His idiot brother Callum was another matter. He bulldozed through family dinners like only an oldest sibling can.  
      I missed Katherine not being around for those. I was outnumbered and outgunned. Not to mention feeling fifty pounds overweight standing next to their tall, leggy, beanpole dates.
    Ugh.
    I wasn’t anything like those skin and bone, half-starved creatures. I had curves, lots of them. Even at nineteen, I filled a dress to stretching seams and spilling bosom.  
    Jake never even stole a glance, as far as I could tell. I just wasn’t his type.
    It was infuriating.
    So it was a huge surprise when Jake invited me to join him for a trip to Paris. A birthday present for me. A business trip for him.  
    Dad had embarrassingly talked about how I’d dreamed of Paris for years. It sounded so girlish. So idiotic next to Jake and Callum who flew around the world attending to their growing business.
    It was nice of him though. And I wasn’t too proud to accept the invitation. And when I heard Callum and Brigette would be busy elsewhere, I jumped at the chance.
    The chance to have him alone. To show him who I really was. Not the awkward adolescent who sat quietly listening to Callum and he swap tales about the glorious future of their partnership.
    Aegis Power Unlimited.
    I googled it.
    Something to do with next generation sustainable power. A bunch of gobbledygook about replacing oil and taking us into the 21 st century. I didn’t understand it, but it was obviously huge because I saw it on the Fortune 500 list.
    I knew nothing about their business and so didn’t have much to contribute. And between the two, the discussion rarely strayed anywhere else for long.
    But Paris would be different. I would make him see me as the woman I was. Make him see beyond the label of baby sister that he’d already pasted across my forehead.
    Even if I could make him see me, really see me, could I ever have a place in his universe? He certainly didn’t advertise any celestial openings.
    Besides, what would our families think? I wished I could sink the idea, but part of me wouldn’t let go.
    Part of me didn’t care what anyone thought.
    None of it mattered.
    His attention was occupied by a million things. What could I offer that he couldn’t already have? He didn’t strike me as the type to have unfulfilled wants. That just wasn’t the reality of a billionaire.
    I needed a supernova event. Something to blow him away. Something beyond what his harem already did.
    The problem was, as a virgin, I had no idea what that might be. He and his bimbos were in a different league. A different world.
    I didn’t know the what yet, and I only had a few more days to find it.

CHAPTER TWO

    It had been a perfect birthday. We met up after his last meeting of the day. I was strolling through the lush gardens of the Rodin museum when he called. He met me there an hour before our dinner reservation. I thought the audio guide was informative, but Jake proceeded to take me on a personal tour that sounded like the guy was his best friend.
    Rodin loved to produce. Jake talked about how he used tons of helpers to do his work for him. He would come up with a little mini-design version and then have a assistant do the big version for him. Then he would take all the credit for it. I thought it was straight-up cheating. Jake thought it was good business sense.  
    Different worlds.
    The grave sculpture he, or his lackeys, did for him was crazy. It’s this