Can a pinky swear with his little sister keep Alex from temptation?
Kagen wants Alex as soon as she sees him, so is it fate that throws
them together for a week in his little sister’s apartment while she’s on
her honeymoon? When Kagen discovers Alex did something foolish
and promised little sister he wouldn’t touch her best friend, the wager is
on to see how long he can resist her charms.
The pinky swear has always been a sacred promise between Alex
and his little sister, but Kagen’s seduction is pushing playboy Alex to
the edge. He begins to wonder if the pinky swear was even legit since
no spit was involved. Would that be considered a loophole?
When Kagen offers up a wager, Alex knows anything she can do,
he can to better, but he doesn’t count on exactly how far the lady will
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Alex’s gaze slowly roamed the crowded room, smiling politely at the faces of people who might or might not be related to him.
People laughed and gossiped, catching up on whose kid had done what. His sigh was laced with a heavy dose of boredom. If this
was his little sister’s wedding reception he’d think of some excuse to bow out gracefully. But it was, and he wouldn’t hurt Lisa’s
feelings if his life depended...
His gaze skidded to an abrupt halt as the sea of people parted and a goddess appeared before his eyes. The party had just gotten
a hell of a lot more interesting.
No woman should look that damned good, or that damned tempting.
The dim overhead light cast a soft glow on her features, as if she’d stepped down from the clouds to let mere mortals partake of
Even across the length of the room, he zoomed in on her delicate features, the curls sensuously caressing her cheeks. He
imagined his knuckles rubbing across the silky smoothness of her skin before his gaze trailed over the blue gown that clung to her
luscious curves. When she moved, the slit in the side of her gown parted, revealing one long, slender leg.
“Are you ready to jump out the nearest window and run screaming down the road?” Lisa asked as she came up beside him.
The lascivious thoughts formulating in his brain ground to a screeching halt. When he faced his little sister he had all his sinful
musings reined in. “I do not scream.”
“Congratulations!” Aunt Pearl called as she plowed her way toward them, wide-brimmed, blue hat flopping as if she was about to
take off in flight. “Such a beautiful wedding.” She dabbed the moisture from her eyes with a lace-trimmed hankie. “I wanted to
welcome the groom..." She looked around.
“Steve’s changing out of his tux and should be here soon,” Lisa told their aunt.
“Well, you take good care of that man of yours.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, there’s Winifred.” She shoved her glasses higher on her
nose and whispered conspiratorially, “Do you think she’s had something done to her face? You know, gone under the knife? At the
very least, Botox. I’ll see what I can find out.” With a hurried goodbye she rushed off toward the other woman.
“Will we be that bad when we’re their age?” he asked.
“I don’t know, are you planning on having facelifts or buy humongous hats?” They grinned at each other.
“It isn’t in my plans at the moment,” he told her. He studied her for a moment. “I like Steve. You chose well for yourself.
She blushed. “I like to think so.” Lisa smoothed her hands over the skirt of her traveling suit. “Now, what were we talking about?
Oh yes, the fact you don’t scream. If I remember correctly, you screamed pretty loud the afternoon I borrowed your tennis racket.
Half the neighborhood heard you. Remember, Mrs. Johnson called the police. She thought a burglar had broken into our house.”
“That was different. You used it to mash mom’s grapes. I think twelve-year-old boys are allowed an occasional scream.”
“You said that was the reason you lost the tournament.” She shook her head. “You hated losing then almost as much as you do
“No I don’t.” His eyebrows veed. “You shouldn’t have used my lucky racket. What were you thinking about? You never admitted to
A rosy blush stained her cheeks. “I was making wine. I’d watched an old movie on TV about a nun and decided I wanted to convert
“And you needed alcohol to get religious?”
“It was for communion.” Her chin thrust out. “So what were you looking at so intently when I came up?” She quickly changed the
subject. “You reminded me of a dieter with her nose pressed against the window of a pastry shop.”
He didn’t answer.
She snapped her fingers. “I know, you’ve spotted a female. I should’ve guessed. Whose heart are you going to break this time?”
“I don’t break hearts. I enter into relationships with honesty and an understanding that I’m not looking for marriage.”
“And you break their heart. So who’s the unlucky victim?”
“The young lady who caught my eye is over there.” He nodded in the general direction of his fantasy woman. A sudden thought
occurred. “Please tell me we’re not related to her.” Damn, finding out the woman he’d been lusting after was a relative could relegate
him to nights of cold showers and nightmares for at least a month.
His sister studied the crowd.
He couldn’t look. “Blonde hair. Blue dress,” he supplied.
“Natalie?” She shook her head. “You don’t stand a chance.”
He grinned. “Want to wager?” He hadn’t found a woman he couldn’t tempt to join him in his bed. All by mutual consent, of course.
“You know I don’t bet, but I should. I doubt she’s forgiven you for pulling the heads off her dolls.”
“That Natalie? Our cousin?”
A bitter taste of regret filled his mouth. He looked toward where he’d last seen the beauty but the woman he’d been fantasizing
about was no longer there.
Lisa chuckled. “I don’t think she ever forgave you.”
“They’d committed war crimes. Spies my soldiers captured. Wasn’t she kind of...”
“Chunky? Yeah, she’s lost a lot of weight. That’s her husband beside her.”
The crowd shifted and he had a clear view of her once again. “Sorry, sis. I don’t see a man.”
She pointed. “The short guy with the glasses. Right over there.”
He let out a relieved breath. “Not her.” Placing his hands on her shoulders, he shifted her slightly to the left. “The blonde in the blue
She shook her head. “Huh-uh. Stay away from her.”
“Good.” He grinned. “Then we’re not related.”
“Yes, we are!”
Her face had guilt written all over it. She never had been a good liar.
“You won’t mind if I just stroll over and introduce myself then. I mean, if we’re related then what harm could there be in becoming
“No, you can’t.”
She grabbed his arm when he started to walk away.
“I will unless you tell me what’s going on.”
She sighed. “She’s Steve’s friend.”
His eyebrows shot up. “The one you told me about? Rich, owns her own business?”
“The one and only. And it’s more like a string of businesses. She’s also Steve’s best friend. They’ve known each other since junior
high. If you break her heart Steve will never forgive you, or me.” Her eyes pleaded. “As a wedding present, promise me you won’t do
anything to ruin your relationship with him? Please?”
His gaze rested on the woman again. Women fascinated him. He loved everything about them. All their little quirks. The way they
moved. The way they smelled. The way they laughed. The way their eyes sparkled. He had a feeling there were many facets to this
one that he’d enjoy.
He glanced at Lisa. She wore the look that could make him do anything. The one where she wrapped him around her little finger.
His sigh was long and deep. “Okay, you win.”
She held up her pinkie.
He cocked an eyebrow. “You want me to spit on your little finger? Here? Now?”
She looked thoughtful. “Okay. You don’t have to spit, but you have to swear.”
He shook his head, but placed his pinkie against hers.
“This is silly.”
Lisa wouldn’t move until he swore. Stubborn, ill tempered... He almost pitied Steve. “I swear.”
“That you won’t so much as wink at her.”
“I won’t even go near her.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Thank you. Now dance with me. We haven’t been on the floor even once.”
Good tactic. Lure him away from temptation. Alex looked at his watch. Nearly nine. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the airport by
“There will always be time for a dance with my big brother.” Her eyes shone with love at the same time she tugged on his arm.
“Then how could I refuse?” He let her lead him to the dance floor but before they joined the other couples, she handed him a key.
“Here, you’d better take this before I forget. Just promise you won’t have any wild parties in my apartment.”
“I don’t have wild parties. Besides, I’ll be working-- remember. And it’s not just your apartment anymore. You’re married.” He
looked at the key before slipping it into his pocket. “You did discuss this with Steve, right? He knows I’ll be staying there for the
“You always stay at my apartment. And Steve loves me. He won’t mind. Besides, we’ll be on our honeymoon.”
“You still should’ve talked it over with him.”
“I will. Later. Just make sure you keep that appointment. I had to pull a lot of strings to set it up.”
“Don’t worry, I can’t afford to miss it. I’m gambling my future on this computer app.”
She squeezed his arm as they began moving to the rhythm of a slow song. “You’ll do fine. And what better place to gamble than