Straight Lies

Summary

My brother told me to play innocent, to be the good boy, and seduce his business rival into falling for me.

I glanced at the photo of George Chase: fiery red hair, a slim waist, a killer ass, and a wild, rebellious smirk. He was the very picture of a rich playboy who treated life like a game—fickle, demanding, and utterly impossible.

But more importantly…

My face went pale. “Adrian,” I said, my voice dead, “I’m straight…”

Later.

George was lying back, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, glaring at me. His pale, perfect thighs were covered in swollen, red bite marks.