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Halloween, and god only knows how many you have for Valentine’s Day.”
    It took all Tarrah had in her not to slap him across his face. “You don’t know the first fucking thing about me.”
    He cocked his head to the side. “Actually, fucking is about the only thing I do know about you.”
    Tarrah’s eyes watered and before she said something she was going to regret, she turned on her heels and fled the room.

 
Chapter Eleven
    Tarrah washed the tears from her eyes in the Stewart’s bathroom. Chase didn’t know the first thing about her, not the first fucking thing. He didn’t know her situation. He didn’t know her at all, and he’d already summed up that she was a whore. Well, she didn’t care what he thought. She was going to bang his brother and it was going to be damn good too, like it was every year.
    She left the bathroom with her head held high and heard Missy make the call for dinner. Swanson and the others left the great room down the hall and she quickly stepped up to him. She witnessed Chase coming from the hall he just bitched her out in and she gave him a smug look before placing her hand on Swanson’s shoulder.
    “Hey, girl.” He kissed her neck and grabbed her ass again, leading her into the dining room.
    She got great satisfaction when she saw Chase’s cheeks flame red and his lips purse. She’d gotten the upper hand and she was going to bask in it.
    Swanson led her into the dining room where the whole Stewart clan sat at the grandiose table. The spread was just as amazing as last year, but Tarrah barely took notice of it. She was too busy putting her hands all over Swanson under the table.
    “God, you’re feisty this year, Tarrah,” he whispered in her ear, giving her lobe a brief nibble.
    She giggled obnoxiously, noticing Chase’s eyes were anywhere but where she and Swanson were at the moment. She knew his attention was there, though. Every time she let out a giggle his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed a fraction more.
    “Beverages?”
    Missy came into the room with two platters. The first was frosted glasses of frothy cider with a cinnamon stick and a sprig of holly. The second were mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream on the top and a chocolate chip cookie stick sitting inside.
    Tarrah reached for her usual cider.
    “Are you sure you want that, Tarrah?”
    Her eyes shot to Chase’s smug grin across the table.
    “It might be a little too chilled for you. I bet you prefer your beverages hot , right? Like everything you do. I think the hot chocolate would be best.”
    She bit her lip, her nostrils flaring. But then, she smiled. “You know what, Chase?” She reached for the hot chocolate. “You’re right. I much prefer hot chocolate.” She slightly nodded to Swanson. “But my problem with the cider isn’t the chill. I just don’t really care for the apple flavoring. Perhaps,” she said, shrugging, “it’s the apples. Red. A rather off-putting color. Don’t you think?”
    His expression remained stoic. “Actually, I thought you liked red. Not only is your dress the color, but I believed you tended to enjoy it in other ways.” He ran his hand through his hair, then scanned her lips, just biting his own.
    Tarrah’s heart leaped. How did she go from completely hating him to wanting to jump him in 2.5 seconds flat?
    Having got the reaction he seemed to be looking for, Chase smiled and started in on his stuffing.
    Huh, well two can play this game. She placed her fingers to her lips and slid her hand casually down her breast, giving it the slightest of squeezes before taking her hand down under the table. She didn’t touch herself at all, but she gave the illusion that she was. With every fake touch she pulled her lip in between her teeth, her eyes lidded and her body simulating breathlessness.
    Chase took notice. She could tell he was breathing rapidly. His chest was going in and out so quickly she thought he might pass out. He would glance away from her, but then