“Good,” I say, “That’s exactly what I want. I want everyone in Manahattan to know how hot you are for me, so that when I take you home, you can sign the contract without any reservations.”
As soon as I say the word “contract”, Haley crawls away from me and leans against the edge of the bench. Shit. Maybe I should have held off.
“What the hell are we doing, Jace?” she asks.
“Seemed kind of like foreplay to me,” I say.
“Jace, there are so many reasons why we can’t do this. If we get caught, you could lose billions of dollars.”
I shrug.
“It’s just money. Besides, none of those reasons stopped you from kissing me back. I think you’re just upset because I mentioned the contract.”
“I’m not your personal plaything, Jace.”
“Yet,” I say with a grin.
“Okay, we’re done here. I’m going back to the suite. Don’t follow me.”
Haley gets off the bench and storms back towards the gate.
“Haley, I was joking.”
No response. I think I may have just actually pissed her off.
“At least let me walk you back.”
No answer. Haley walks through the gate and slams it behind her.
Holy shit. Why did I have to mention that stupid contract right when things were getting interesting?
As I look out over the river, I realize why I brought it up.
The thought of Haley signing that thing is basically the ultimate turn-on. My innocent little stepsister giving herself over to me. Letting me protect her. Letting me control her.
I’m going to wait out here for a few hours before I head back to the suite. I’m pretty sure Haley needs some space right now.
Chapter 18: Haley
As soon as I get back to the suite, I run into the bathroom, strip out of my dress, jump into the shower, and finger myself for half an hour, mad at myself for every stroke. This is all Jace’s fault. If he was trying to take all my deepest, most repressed feelings and fling them all over New York, he couldn’t have done a better job.
After two straight days of innuendo, touching, flirting, and teasing, I finally gave in and kissed him, and now my feelings are so messed up that I have no idea what to do.
Getting myself off helps clear my thoughts, although this time, I’m unable to think about anything but Jace as I come.
My biggest fear is that it’s all just a game. That Jace getting me insanely hot for him is his biggest prank yet, and when I’m lying beneath him, begging him to fuck me, he’ll pull the rug out from under me and call me a pervert or something.
It’s a completely ridiculous fear, because I know that Jace is a good person deep down, but I can’t shake it.
The thing is, if I thought Jace was aggressive before, he’s going to be ten times worse now that he knows I’m attracted to him. What can I do the next time he comes onto me? Pretend I’m not interested? We both know that’s a lie now.
As I step out of the shower, I realize that I need to do something, or else this whole thing is just going to be awkward for who knows how long. And I think I know what that something is. If Jace is going to spend the next two months forcing me into awkward positions that compromise both of us no matter what I do, then I’m going to hold him to that.
I’m going to sign his stupid contract.
Let’s see how he likes it when his teenage wet dream becomes a reality. When his stepsister is the one teasing him. If I become just as dirty, sexual, and aggressive as he is, then it’s going to be obvious pretty fast whether this is all some kind of joke……or whether he has real feelings for me.
It’s a long walk from the bathroom to the contract, still sitting on the nightstand next to Jace’s bed. On the way over, I think of a billion ways this could backfire on me, possibly even get me into a lot of trouble.
But I ignore all of them. I pick up the fountain pen sitting next to the contract sign my name on the dotted line in big, fat letters.
Then, I read the contract again, and all of my defiance turns back into fear.
Shit. What did I just do?
Chapter 19: Haley
It’s almost noon, and Jace hasn’t been back to the suite yet…he must have spent the night somewhere else. As a result, I’ve spent all morning deciding whether or not to rip up the contract, mark out my name, or otherwise undo what I did last night. I have to keep reminding myself that this is a way of standing up to Jace, not a way of giving into him. Still, it feels like the two of us are playing the world’s dirtiest game of chicken, and if neither of us move, we could lose everything.
Ultimately, I decide not to rip up the contract, although I do write a safe word clause and a two-month time limit down below my signature.
Then, I try to do the responsible thing and go back to the business books on my phone, but after a few minutes of that, it’s pretty obvious that I’m not going to be able to take my mind off the contract as long as I’m still in the suite. I need to get dressed and get some fresh air.
My clothes from San Diego arrived a couple of hours ago in a huge cardboard box. At first, I’m excited to get out of the insanely skimpy dress I’d been wearing for the past few days, but when I pull my clothes out and look at them, I suddenly feel like I need a whole new wardrobe. Did I really dress like this? Everything’s super conservative, no bold colors, borderline frumpy. I just can’t will myself to take off my expensive, stylish dress and change into any of these.
So, to get my mind off the fact that I just signed my life over to my stepbrother, I go clothes shopping.
***
I’m looking at my reflection in the dressing room of an upscale clothing boutique downtown and realizing that salmon is not my color when I get a text from Jace.
Wow, if I knew you were horny enough to actually sign my contract last night, I wouldn’t have spent the night at Amber’s.
I frown when I read Jace’s text. I imagined this going somewhat differently.
Well, if you spent the night at Amber’s, you must have been pretty horny too.
I try not to get too upset about Jace sleeping at Amber’s as I continue to try on clothes. Jace finding a girl who wasn’t his stepsister that he could take out all his perverted impulses on……that’s what I want, right?
It was getting late and I felt like you needed space, so I slept on my personal assistant’s couch. You’re fucking cute when you’re jealous, by the way.
Rolling my eyes, I stuff my phone into my purse and take another armful of cute dresses into the dressing room. I want to ignore Jace, but he texts me again, and I give in.
Where are you right now?
Clothes shopping.
Interesting choice of activity, considering that I’m picking out your outfits now. Why don’t I come meet you, so I can start assembling your new wardrobe?
I thought signing the contract would give me some power over Jace, but it definitely hasn’t so far. If it threw him off at all, he isn’t showing it. I stare wide-eyed at my own reflection in the dressing room mirror as I realize that he’s dead serious about following the rules of the contract, and I just signed myself up to be my stepbrother’s personal plaything for the next two months. What was I thinking?
I didn’t talk myself into it because I wanted this, right? I shudder at the thought. No way. Definitely not. I want control, I want independence, I don’t want to be some kind of…
Since you left your box of clothes here at the suite, I’m going to guess you want something nicer. Sunset on 23rd, maybe?
Okay, that’s either an insanely good guess, or Jace is tracking my phone now.
How did you know?
I hear an unmistakable laugh on the other side of the dressing room door.
“Jace!”
Jace pushes the door open, grinning from ear to ear.
“My dress wasn’t in the suite, which means that you wore it out, which means that you didn’t feel like wearing any of your old clothes, which means you went
clothes shopping. I noticed you eying this place yesterday when we talked past it, so I figured this was where you were.”
“I could have been naked!” I say.
“You’re right, I could have timed it better.”
“This is a girl’s dressing room!”
“Then I’d better close the door before anyone sees me.”
Jace steps into the stall of the dressing room with me, and my body reacts immediately. I remember how if felt when he touched me last night, and all I can think about his him touching me more. I do my best to contain my arousal as Jace looks me up and down, admiring my body in the dress I was trying on.
“Interesting,” Jace says, “I’m not sure about that color on you, though.”
Jace wraps an arm around my waist, holding me close enough for my chest to brush lightly against his.
“I don’t think this is going to be part of your new wardrobe. I saw a dress over by the swimsuit section that would be perfect, though. Shall we try it on?”
***
Holy shit. If I thought my last dress was revealing, this one is borderline illegal. It’s bright red, extremely low-cut, and short enough that trying to sit down in it is a risky proposition. It fits me, though, and it even looks good, in a high class call girl kind of way.
I blush and fidget in the mirror, imagining the look on Jace’s face when I walk out wearing this thing.
Isn’t that’s what Jace wants me to do, though? Be embarrassed and shy as he dresses me in progressively skimpier outfits, knowing that it makes me hot?
If I don’t break the cycle now, the skirts are just going to get shorter and shorter.
So instead of acting embarrassed, I walk out of the dressing room with my best model walk and a flirty smile on my face. Jace raises his eyebrows, and I can tell that I’ve caught him off guard.
“I think it looks good, what do you think?” I say, pushing my chest out towards Jace, flaunting my body a little for him and starting to get wet in the process.
“Haley,” Jace says in a low, quiet voice, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to pull you into one of those stalls, lift your skirt up over that curvy ass of yours, and fuck your brains out.”
Okay…now I’m blushing.
“It’s too bad there’s nothing about sex in your contract,” I say, “Because I’d never put our company at risk by doing something reckless like that.”
Something clicks behind Jace’s eyes as he realizes what I’m trying to do.
“Want to keep shopping?” I ask, “If you want, you can buy me a couple things that are a little less…you know…conservative? Just remember, you can look but you can’t touch.”
“Actually, I think that can wait,” says Jace, “I was going to say that maybe I should buy you some classy, appropriate business attire for our meeting this afternoon, but if you think that’s conservative enough, then we should probably hurry up and get there.”
“Wait, what meeting?”
“Before you got here, I was working with Igloo on a contract to put their furniture in all of our apartments, and they want to meet both of us before they agree to my rate.”
“Jace! I can’t do business dressed like this! I have to change into something else!”
“Actually, I think that’s exactly what you should be wearing for the meeting. Igloo is run by a bunch of young Scandanavian guys. With you looking like that, they’re going to be so distracted that they won’t realize that they’re going to be selling us their furniture at an 85% discount.”
“When is this meeting happening?”
Jace checks his phone and smirks.
“We’re honestly cutting it pretty close. I’m going to call the limo.”
Wait, we have a limo?
Chapter 20: Jace
Haley’s body in that little red dress is driving me totally fucking insane. It was one thing back at our house in Connecticut, when she’d keep herself covered up under sweaters, super-modest dresses, and the occasional tank top. But now that she’s rocking these tight, low-cut dresses, my cock is hard pretty much 100% of the time she’s around me.
Of course, this is all my fault. I picked out both dresses myself, and she’s only wearing them because it’s in our contract. But now that she’s actually signed it, I’m getting to live out my very first fantasy about Haley: dressing her up in all the sexy clothes she never wore at home. Helping her put those amazing curves on display. Bringing out her inner sex goddess.
Haley thinks she’s getting me back at me somehow by signing the contract and teasing me about it, but all its really accomplishing is making my desire to fuck her stronger and stronger. Ever since I put her in that awesome red dress, she’s been giving me views of her cleavage on purpose, daring me to look at her tits. A few minutes ago, when we were getting into the limo, she sat in my lap for a few seconds as she climbed over me, pretending like she needed to do that to get to the other side. It took every ounce of restraint in my body not to wrap my arms around her hips, pull up her skirt, and make her limo ride very, very interesting.
If this is Haley’s idea of getting revenge on me, then I’ve already won. There’s no way she can keep this up for long without giving into her feelings.
When I look over at her, I can tell how wet she is just from being alone with me. She’s practically squirming in her seat, keeping her legs pressed tight together and compulsively smoothing her hands down the front of her dress.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from doing business,” I say, “It’s that it’s really fucking hard to close a deal when you’re horny. So if you need any help taking care of your little problem, let me know.”
“I already told you, I’m just following your contract, and your contract doesn’t say anything about sex.”
“Alright,” I say, “But my contract does say something about you touching yourself, and from the way you’re acting so far, you’re definitely not getting off for the next two months unless I’m in the room.”
“That’s fine,” says Haley, “Your contract covers going out with male friends, and being at an event with two or more men, but going to a bar is not an event. If I go dressed like this, I shouldn’t have any problems getting off.”
“That’s why I covered for loopholes like that with my last clause. The one where there are consequences to disobeying orders like this one: I order you not to go to any bars without me.”
“Maybe I’ll disobey the order and take the consequences, then.”
“I hope you do,” I say, “I want to hear the little noises you make when I bend you over my knee and spank you.”
Haley practically turns the same color as her dress as we pull up to the Igloo headquarters. Looks like she’s enjoying that image. I want to cancel this meeting, climb over to Haley, and run my tongue all the way up her thighs, but I can’t. It’s too fucking important.
***
“Eric, Sven, this is my stepsister Haley.”
Both Eric and Sven sneak peeks down at Haley’s cleavage as they shake her hand. It’s a good sign that I’ll be able to close the deal, but I can’t help but feel a little protective of her.
“Shall we go to the conference room?” asks Eric, in a light Norwegian accent.
“Absolutely,” I say.
There are six other Igloo investors sitting around the long conference room table. Eric and Sven are the only two I’ve met, so I introduce myself to the room and Haley does the same.
“I think everyone in this room is horny,” I whisper to Haley as we sit down at the end of the table closest to the door.
“Jace, they’re all staring down my dress. Let’s just do what we need to do as fast as we can and then get out of here.”
“Oh, a quickie? Okay. What do you want to do about the meeting?”
Haley stomps on my foot as we get into our chairs.
“I wasn’t expecting so many people,” I say, as the Norwegian closest to the conference room door closes it behind him.
&nb
sp; “We were so intrigued by your proposal that we flew our cross-branding team out from Oslo to meet you,” says Eric.
Why would Igloo call in reinforcements when our original deal was just about done? Something’s not right here. I have a feeling that they might want the terms of our agreement to change.
“And, to be fair, we weren’t expecting you to bring a beautiful woman,” says Sven, “So I think we’re even.”
The Norwegians around the table laugh, and Haley blushes.
“I didn’t know RentNation was a family business,” Eric says.
“That’s why we’re so interested in a partnership with Igloo. I like to think about it as an agreement between families.”
Under the table, I put my hand on Haley’s knee and slowly slide it upwards. Her eyes widen, and she makes a quiet little noise that’s somewhere between furious and aroused.
“At RentNation,” I say, “We understand the importance of family values.”
Eric starts to speak, only to be interrupted by a squeak from Haley as my hand slips into her panties and begins to lightly massage her pussy.
“Were you going to say something?” he asks Haley.
“Oh…no…I just…thought I had to sneeze for a second there.”
“All right,” says Eric, laughing, “Well, interested as we are in putting our furniture in your apartments, we looked at your plans for expansion beyond New York, and saw that you’ve approached some of our major competitors for agreements with your other markets.”
I knew something was up. I clench my fingers under the table and get ready for an uncomfortable negotiation.
“Well, nothing is solidified, but that’s true.”
“Okay,” says Eric, “Well, we’re happy to supply you with furniture, but we won’t do it at an 85% discount if you’re also working with our competitors.”
“I’m not working with your competitors yet,” I say, “And with that 85% discount, I won’t have much of a financial incentive to work with them. The main reason I don’t want to sign an exclusivity agreement is that if I do, we won’t be able to design custom high-end apartments.”
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