Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads: Bad Girl
Chloe Marr is twenty-two and independent. She's tired of her manipulative mother's control games. So when Mom sends Chloe's step dad to try and talk her out of moonlighting as a stripper, Chloe decides to take some pleasurable revenge. More
I sat alone in the dressing room. When the door banged open, my first instinct was to grab for my robe. But when Peter Magnus, my latest in a string of step dads, walked in, I let the silky wrap fall to the floor.
I sighed and straightened my back. "I'm guessing Mom told you."
His broad shoulders almost brushed the splintered frame as he stepped inside. Mom had latched onto this lead singer of the traditional metal band Iscariot's Glory six months ago. Peter was a nice enough guy. A bit quiet and brooding, but always there when Mom needed help with her latest drama. And he was sexy as hell. Straight, dark hair brushed the middle of his muscled back. His chiseled jaw clenched in obvious irritation, and his brown eyes seemed to glimmer black.
Apparently Mom had sent him to talk me out of moonlighting as a stripper. I knew this was coming after I hung up on her this morning. The tiredness I'd been feeling warmed and became anger. I decided turnabout was fair play.
He plucked my robe from the floor and held it out to me. "Where's your boss?"
I was annoyed he wanted me to cover up, and equally irked his gaze avoided my breasts. "He just left. Why?"
"Because you're quitting and coming with me."
I slapped the robe from his hand. "I'm not going anywhere. Mom's through pulling her passive aggressive crap with me. I'm twenty years old. She doesn't own me."
"Chloe, she's worried about you." He stepped closer, his nostrils flaring.
I laughed cynically at this. "Oh, Peter. If only you really knew her." My hands touched his well developed pecs. He didn't flinch, so I slid them upward and wrapped my arms about his neck. "She's already having an affair on you."
Our lips hovered inches apart as I waited for his reply.
His face contorted in obvious anger. There was suspicion there, too. "You're full of it."
Again, I chuckled, and let my arms slip down his. I caressed his biceps through his tight, black t-shirt as I did so. "I have proof."
I went to my purse and came back with the picture. The latest in my snapshot collection of Mom messing around with someone other than her current hubby.
"Damn," was all he said when he saw it.
If I could've seen my smile, I'm sure it would've been cat-like. "This is nothing new for her." I swept one hand over his lower abs. "Wanna get revenge?"
His eyebrow shot up, and his angry scowl curled into a slow smile. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Well, we have the place all to ourselves. Let's see what develops."
He kissed me then, raking one hand through my long, red hair, while the other snaked around my waist. His tongue plunged deep in my mouth and teased my own.