Her eyes go wide. She steps back, putting more distance between us as if she thinks I’ll lunge. Her gaze flicks to the bed and I can’t help a low chuckle. "Right. You are."
"No, I’m just uncomfortable with how upfront you are about it." She tries to lift her chin, aiming for stubborn, but her throat works nervously.
"So you’re not?" I lift a brow.
She deflates, eyes darting away. "What’s it to you?"
"That girl, Sara..." I start.
"Your stepsister?" she cuts in.
I give her a single hard look. She swallows. "Okay?"
"Whenever you see her come here, I want you to intercept her." I drop into the chair, speaking plainly. "Even if she tries to talk to me somewhere else, act like the jealous girlfriend."
Her brows knit tighter as I speak, nose wrinkling with distaste.
"Any problem?" I ask.
