“Come on. Let’s all sit down and get settled in. I haven’t had the chance to see this one yet, but I’ve heard it’s pretty good.” I drag myself over to the sofa facing the TV and sit in the corner, making myself as small as possible. At least James doesn’t try to sit close to me, so that’s a relief. He’s on the other end of the sofa while Nix sits to my left and Colt to my right on sofas of their own. In the center is a big coffee table now covered with popcorn, chips, dip, and sodas. I tried to catch Colt’s eye, but he either doesn’t notice or refuses to look at me.

James picks up the remote and starts the movie, and the best I can do is stare at the screen and wait for it to be over. I’ve never seen it, either, but I know enough about the series to know this is not the kind of material I want to be watching in this company. It would be bad enough if this were any normal family, but there is nothing normal about these people.

As soon as we get to the first sex scene, my cheeks go deep red. I stay as still and silent as possible, eyes focused squarely on the screen. I’m afraid of what I’ll find if I look around. One of my stepbrothers leering at me, thinking about how they’ve used me? Or so much worse—my stepfather looking at me that way? God, anything but that. No matter how I look at the situation, it’s a perverted nightmare.

Somebody starts breathing a little heavily as the action picks up, and I wish I could crawl out of my very skin. It’s so embarrassing. At least I know it will have to come to an end eventually, and then I’m going to beg off with the excuse of work again. The man has to have at least a grain of sense—how could he have gotten so far in his law firm if he didn’t? I can’t disappoint my clients. Maybe I’ll add something about wanting to build a big business the way he has. Soften him up a little bit. I’m so desperate that I would resort to heavy-handed flattery if it means getting away from this situation.

Nobody says a word for the most part except to ask for the popcorn bowl or a napkin. This changes around the time the end credits begin rolling, and I’m gathering my courage to make an excuse and flee this room. James finishes his soda and leaves the empty bottle on the table before sitting back and sighing. “You know, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to that video you told me about, Leni. The one of you servicing Nix on your knees.”