Chapter 8 : Brotherly Competition

Our lips are inches from each other and his mouth is full and sensual. How will it feel on mine? Can I kiss him?

It would be wrong. But I feel drawn to him. I can’t stop staring at his lips.

Before Jordan can make a move, someone interrupts us.

Wiley taps me on the shoulder. “Can I cut in?”

Jordan mutters a curse under his breath, but Wiley grabs me and starts a passionate dance. As we move together, I catch Kent and Jordan watching us with fire in their eyes. I’m not sure if it’s the fire of jealousy, given what Lucas told me.

But they’re not interested in me as a prospective mate, are they? I’m not royalty, and they’ve turned down so many princesses. I’m a commoner, here on business.

It should be eerie, seeing them watch us dance, but for some strange reason, it’s not. Maybe it’s the seductive looks in their eyes.