Free My New Billionaire Stepbrother by Unknown Page A

bride. If I have to be here, the least you can do is give me a couple of shots.”
    “I’m sorry miss, but no card, no drinks.”
    Jennifer was about to say something else when a tall, dark-haired man came up behind her.
    “I need….”
    The man looked over at Jennifer and waited for her to answer.
    “Double vodka.”
    The bartender looked between the two, and rather than protest, did as the man, who also seemed to be his employer, bade. Jennifer thanked the attractive stranger and then headed towards the buffet table with drink in hand. She didn’t care for weddings in general, and especially not for this one in particular. Probably as a direct result, her cup was empty by the time she got back to the table. Jennifer looked around for the handsome stranger for a moment and when she didn’t see him, she decided to try her luck for another drink on her own.
    The young, tuxedo clad bartender already had another one poured and ready for her when she got back. Pleasantly surprised, she thanked him.
    “I told him to keep ‘em coming for you all night, as many as you wish…as long as don’t get too wasted.”
    The change of tone was welcomed, as well as suspicious. She took the drink and walked toward the closest available table. For the moment she ignored decorum and the standard prearranged seating. She just wasn’t in the mood. Jennifer had just picked a random seat when her new tall, dark and handsome friend joined her, taking a seat on her left.
    “Hi.”
    Jennifer looked over at the man and said hello back. He was ruggedly handsome and he was dressed impeccably. Jennifer didn’t know that much about custom tailored suits, but she suspected that was what he was wearing. He reeked of money, as most of the people around her did. Some of those at the reception seemed to make a show of every bit of jewelry, and took every opportunity to mention their connections, but he carried it all off effortlessly, as if he might as well have been wearing a pair of old overalls. His brown eyes held hers captivated for a moment, before she looked down at her plate.
    “So um, thanks back there. I really needed a drink.”
    “That bad?”
    “Yes.”
    She didn’t elaborate and he didn’t press. She ate a few bites and then looked over at him. Jennifer could feel the man’s dark eyes on her and she waited for him to say something.
    “Are you here for the bride or groom?”
    “Bride, ugh, definitely the bride.”
    “You don’t like the groom?”
    “He makes her happy. That’s what’s important.”
    “So what you really mean is that he’s a pompous jerk,” he laughed.
    “Are you here for the groom?”
    The man chuckled and nodded.
    “That I am. My name is Charles, yours?”
    “Jennifer, nice to meet you.”
    Jennifer finished her drink and looked over at the bar, debating if she wanted to leave to get yet another one. She found herself attracted to the tall, handsome man and he seemed to be interested in her as well. Before she had time to act first, he excused himself and headed to the bar. Walking back with the drink in each hand, he looked devastatingly gorgeous. He placed her drink in front of her nonchalantly. His hair was a bit longer than was the fashion at the moment, ending at the collar. It had a slight wave to it and was almost pitch black. His skin had an olive tone and his eyes, when focused on a person, were hard to hold a gaze with. They were just so intense.
    “Thank you. I think I should slow down, I am starting to feel a bit of a reckless smile on my face.”
    “There is a smile on there, and it is beautiful. If you were mine, I would make sure you smiled like that every day.”
    Charles leaned in close, but instead of going for a kiss, he just asked her if she wanted to dance. His face was beside hers, his words whispered gently into her ear. She tingled with the non-touch, his hot breath playing with her sensitive earlobe.
    “Sure,” she said, trying to play it cool, while a wave of heat washed