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her sex pushing up into his fingers...
    “I...I j-just...I’m so confused,” she said. Her fingers tugged down at his collar. God, his skin was so hard. “I feel so strongly for you, Charlie. But it’s all so very...” she struggled not to say ‘wrong.’ “...so irregular.”
    “We don’t have to worry about being regular, Nora. That’s for the fools. Now, kiss me.”
    And almost she did—but then Annette opened the door.
    Nora gasped, withdrawing from Charlie in shame. But he just smiled, staying on top of her and stretching up slow, like a panther on the prowl. The almost-act would have been no secret at all to Annette. She smiled indulgently, blue eyes glimmering heatedly.
    Somehow, her twisted, sick plans included Nora and Charlie getting it on. Nora didn’t understand it, but it drove her wild with sudden, intense rage that the heat that she felt for her brother, the mad love that she wanted so badly to be swept away in, was only nearing possibility because of her taboo-obsessed stepmother.
    “There’s a chess convention in town,” said Annette.
    “A what?” asked Charlie.
    “A worldwide chess expo. The biggest of its kind, ever. And its in Alder City this weekend.”
    “And you want to see it?” Charlie shook his head.
    Nora rolled her eyes. “She’s explaining why this is our room. And...why we might not get another. Aren’t you?”
    Annette nodded. “I’m afraid so. I did find out why this room sucks how it does though. You see, when I was making the reservations, I asked for The King’s Hotel, which is what this is...but I wanted The Kingsland Hotel.”
    “God,” said Nora. “You really are just a fucking ditz.”
    It was a brutal, mean thing to say. Annette acted like she hadn’t heard it at all. “I suppose we ought to get comfortable how we can. I’d like to walk around town. Show off my lovely new family, yes? What do you say?”
    Nora set her jaw and glared at both of them. “I think I need a shower before I do anything else. There's a lot of filth floating around.”
    * * * * *
    I n the shower, Nora tried her best to feel clean. The constant sensation of the hot water on her skin—and thankfully, there was hot water to be had in that horrid place—was almost enough to take her away from the insanity of the last several hours.
    Almost, but not enough. Her mind kept polishing over the perfect feel of Charlie’s fingers on her pussy, like a curator perfecting some display piece at a museum. She wanted that sensation to be with her forever. And she wanted, more than that, to have it separated from the stark, sure knowledge that Annette had arranged all of it. That Charlie didn’t really feel that way for her.
    Stepping out of the shower, she left the water on and opened the door slightly. She told herself she didn’t have a reason for it—but she did. She wanted to spy on the two outside. If she opened the door just right, she could catch their reflection in the mirror posted in the minuscule hallway in front of the bathroom door.
    The two were already halfway into a conversation. Annette had Charlie’s hands sliding up and down her slender sides and rubbing over the thick globes of her dress in hertiny skirt and halter top.
    “—and then, we can shove Nora out of the picture entirely, hmm? Leave her here in the city alone. Crying. Sad. Who would be a stupid ditz then, huh? God, I’d love to see her face when we break her little heart like that. How fun —”
    Charlie’s voice was hard and immediate. “You cut that shit out.”
    Immediately, Annette’s entire demeanor changed. The haughty, vapid arrogance that so defined her suddenly melted away. Left behind was only a pretty girl desperately vying for the attention of the man she loved.
    “I...I’m sorry, baby.” She got up on the bed, sliding her arms around his waist. “I really am. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all that. I like Nora. I do. I promise I do. I was a little...a little annoyed , that's all.