Free Playboy - A Stepbrother Romance by Caitlin Daire Page B

only slept with girls who looked nothing like me, just so he wouldn’t have to think about me as often? Ugh. That was totally a line. It had to be. Normal guys didn’t say stuff like that, did they?
    No. Players said stuff like that to try and woo girls back to them after they’d already broken their hearts.
    A second later, I realized several minutes had gone by without me saying anything, and he leaned forward.
    “Anya,” he murmured, his hand moving to my right thigh. “Do you believe me?”

Chapter 6
    Cam
    Anya hadn’t spoken in almost five minutes now.
    It was still hard for me to believe what she’d just told me. All this time…all these months…it was just a misunderstanding created by some bitchy girl who’d been claiming to have slept with me on the same night that Anya and I were together. I couldn’t blame Anya too much for believing her all this time; after all, I did have a certain reputation, and Anya had been younger and more naïve back then.
    As for Tiffany—my god, what an absolute bitch. I didn’t care if people talked shit about me, seeing as it happened all the time, but she’d said awful things about Anya that night, and that filled me with pure rage. I couldn’t stand the idea of Anya sitting there in my kitchen, being so awfully hurt as she overheard all those horrible things that Tiffany had said about her bedroom skills.
    I wasn’t saying I wanted to murder Tiffany or anything, but if she was in hospital in a coma, let’s just say I’d probably unplug her life support to charge my phone.
    “Anya?” I said, pulling my hand back from her leg. I shouldn’t have touched her; it was a step too far.
    She finally shook her head and mumbled. “I don’t know what to say.”
    I sighed. “It’s okay. I get it. You thought I hurt you for this long, so it’ll probably take a while before you trust me again. But I swear, I’m telling the truth. You know, I even searched for you after you left that night.”
    “You did?” she said in a small voice.
    I nodded. “Yeah. Tried to contact that Dave prick. He directed me to some hooker named Anya out of revenge for what I did to him that night.”
    She gave me a half-smile, and I continued. “Anyway, like I said…I get it. You don’t need to believe me or trust me just yet. But we’re related now, and we’re working together, so how about we try to concentrate on that?”
    “On work?”
    “Well, yeah, but I meant it more like…we could try to be friends. It’ll make working together a lot easier. So what d’ya say?”
    Truth be told, I wanted to be a lot more than friends with her, but I was willing to take what I could get. Even if all I ever got from her from this point on was friendship, that was far better than not having her in my life at all.
    She hesitated for a moment before replying. “Okay. I guess we can try to be friends. But just friends. I don’t want to hear any sleazy ‘friends with benefits’ crap from you.”
    “Wouldn’t dream of it. Scou—“
    “If you say ‘scout’s honor’ again, I’ll actually slap you.”
    I chuckled. “Fine. You’re right, you know. I was never a Boy Scout.”
    She smiled again, this time a little wider. “So what should we do?”
    “Well, you went to so much trouble coming up with all those idea outlines in that file of yours. How about we take another look at them?”
    “Hm…I’ve got a better idea. How about I expand on those outlines while you clean this place up? Seriously, it’s really gross in here, Cam. I’m surprised any woman would ever want to come here to see you, let alone sleep with you.”
    “Hey, you’re here, aren’t you?” I said with a wink.
    She laughed softly. “Oh, very funny. I thought I said no more sleazy jokes.”
    “C’mon, you laughed. You totally think I’m hilarious. Anyway, fine—I’ll clean up and leave you to work for a while. Need to borrow my computer?”
    She shook her head. “No, thanks. I brought my