He pulls up to the front of my building and I don’t even know what to do. Usually James opens any and all doors for me, not wanting an interaction to end without him hugging me goodbye. He makes no effort to move.

Wow. Okay then.

“Alright, see you later, J.”

“Let me know when you’re ready for me to come get you,” he says, his eyes still not on me.

“Right, okay. Probably around one will be perfect. Love you,” I tell him, my heart suddenly desperate to hear those words again.

“Love you too,” he says without even looking in my direction. Is he mad at me?

What the fuck?

Chapter Three

The feeling of relief floods me when Gabrielle gets out of the car, but the relief is quickly replaced by guilt by the force of her slam of my car door. Her scent still permeates the air which does nothing for the tension that’s burrowed in my neck in response to hearing her climax last night. I know that she’s probably thrown off by my overall demeanor this morning given that I’ve never been this way with her but it’s easier this way.

Just until I get this back under control.

But shit. It killed me to be that cold with her. I hadn’t meant to but last night and then this morning, seeing her fresh from the shower made me feel almost manic. Her sweet, clean scent wafting into my nostrils even as I all but sprinted past her.

“I’m sorry, Gabrielle.” I shake my head.

The painful erection that I had for most of last night is starting to form again as I inhale her scent still lingering in the car and watch her enter the building. Her coat covers her glorious ass but I saw enough of it last night in those skin tight leggings that hugged her curves deliciously. I rest my head against the headrest giving myself a second to clear my thoughts before heading to work. I have to focus.

Gabrielle is your baby sister.

Too young for you.

Fuck her age, she’s too…related to you.