Free Playboy - A Stepbrother Romance by Caitlin Daire Page A

to you, apparently. One of your options for the night.”
    His eyes widened as I spoke, and his jaw was practically on the floor by the time I was finally done talking. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he said. “That’s it? That’s why you left?”
    “Well, it was horrible,” I mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes. “Maybe something like that wouldn’t hurt you, but it hurt me a lot. It was my first time and all.”
    He slid his hand under my chin and tilted my face up, forcing me to look at him. “Anya…that’s all bullshit. I’ve never slept with a girl called Tiffany, and I definitely didn’t sleep with any other girls that night. It was only you, and I only wanted it to be you.”
    “How would you even know if you’ve never slept with a girl with that name? You’ve screwed basically everyone in the universe,” I replied.
    He sighed. “I won’t deny that I’ve hooked up with my fair share of girls since you left that night, but fuck, Anya…I mostly did it to try and forget you. I even pick all these girls who don’t look anything like you, just so I won’t be reminded of you all the time. I know that sounds fucked up, but it’s the truth. And believe me, I’ve never been with a girl called Tiffany.”
    I still didn’t believe him. He was famous for his silver tongue with women, and I’d fallen for it once before. I’d already vowed not to make that mistake again.
    “How did that girl know about your birthmark, then?” I said. “She couldn’t have known that about you unless she...”
    My voice trailed off, and Cam rubbed his chin and shook his head. “Shit, I don’t know. What did this Tiffany girl look like again?”
    “Tall. Blonde. Kind of a cat-like face. You introduced me to her earlier that night.”
    “Oh, that Tiffany. Tiffany Wells.”
    “So you have slept with her before.”
    “Fuck no. She was a model at an underwear catalog shoot I did only a week or so before that party. I guess that explains how she knew about the birthmark.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?”
    “It was a pretty low-budget thing in some shitty studio. No dressing rooms or anything; just one big room. We all had to get dressed in front of each other.”
    He saw the expression on my face and smiled. “It’s a common thing. Ask any model. No one cares—it’s just bodies. Practically everyone in the industry has seen each other naked at some point, in a totally non-sexual way.”
    “Oh.”
    “So I guess she was right near me and looking at me when I got changed, and she saw my birthmark. There’s pretty bright lighting in those studios. It’s kinda hard to miss even the smallest details on someone.”
    “So you really never hooked up with her?” I asked in a small voice. If that was actually true, then I was a prize idiot.
    “Of course not. Look, Anya, you’ve got to understand. It’s like what I said earlier. When you’re even a little bit famous, people all want a piece of you, or they at least pretend to have had a piece of you for attention. Do you know how many girls have claimed to have hooked up with me when I’ve never even touched them?”
    “I’m guessing a lot?”
    “Yeah. Some random guy even punched me once, because he thought I’d slept with his girl. I’d never even met her! She’d just bragged to all her friends that she’d met me one night and hooked up with me while he was out of town. It’s just bullshit attention seeking.”
    I still didn’t know whether to believe him or not. I wanted to, but even as I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking back to how hurt I’d been that night. For all I knew, he’d done exactly what Tiffany had said, and he was just lying to me now; playing me so that he could sleep with me again. After all, it did seem quite convenient that he’d come up with an excuse for everything so quickly, and at the restaurant last night, he’d made it pretty clear that he wanted to have sex with me again.
    And the way he’d said he purposely