Crossing Lines With His Brother

Heather's soft, warm hand sent a shiver down Jason's spine, causing his breathing to grow heavy.

Outside, Brett caught the subtle flush in his brother's face, noticing the telltale signs of desire. He couldn't help but tease, "Don't forget you're still on the university grounds, keep it in check."

Then, with a mocking grin, he added, "Didn't expect this from you, Jason. Always playing the gentleman, and here you are sneaking around behind your girlfriend's back in broad daylight."

But Jason remained calm as he held Heather in his arms. His expression steady, he countered, "Brett, what makes you so sure she isn't my girlfriend?"

Brett paused, caught off guard by the question. Before he could respond, Jason rolled the window up completely, shutting him out.

At that moment, the woman in Jason's lap tried to lift her head. Without missing a beat, Jason sharply smacked her on the hip, keeping her in place.

A muffled sound escaped her lips, and Brett suddenly felt a flicker of familiarity in that voice.

Brett leaned forward, a sense of recognition stirring. He wanted to walk around to the front of the car and see just who Jason was holding so protectively, but before he could move, Jason removed his jacket and draped it over the woman, then swiftly placed her into the passenger seat. In seconds, he drove off.

Once they were out of sight, Heather tossed the jacket aside, grinning as her eyes trailed downwards. "You're still hard, Professor. Shall we find a hotel?"

Jason slapped her hand away with a cold expression. "Get out at the next stop."

Heather's smile didn't falter. "Your girlfriend's about to become your sister-in-law. Don't you want to do something about it?"

He pulled over, his voice even colder. "Get out."

Leaning in, she whispered, "Jason, if you get me pregnant, your brother will have to marry me to fulfill the terms of our engagement."

Her voice turned coaxing, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "And your girlfriend's little scheme will amount to nothing. We can both get revenge. Isn't that the perfect outcome?"

Jason didn't even spare her a glance. "Get out."

In the end, he forced her out of the car. Heather, cursing him for being so dull, headed off to the mall to pass the time.

While browsing through clothes, her phone buzzed. It was Chrishell, inviting her to a birthday party.

She probably thought Heather's lack of response to her provocations meant she'd won, but now she was getting impatient.

Without hesitation, Heather typed a quick reply: "Sure."

After finishing her shopping, Heather returned home to find Brett already back.

He looked her up and down, his gaze cool but curious. "Where have you been?"

Heather had changed into a new outfit and styled her hair differently. She spun around in front of him with a playful smile. "Shopping, of course. There's a lot to buy now that we're getting married."

Brett noticed the difference in her appearance from the woman he had seen in Jason's car earlier. Whatever lingering suspicions he had were quickly dispelled.

Without much interest, he glanced away and settled onto the sofa. "You take care of it."

Heather headed upstairs to put her things away. When she came back down, she spotted Brett sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, a relaxed smile tugging at his lips.

Quietly, she sneaked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Who are you chatting with?"

Startled, Brett nearly jumped out of his seat. Realizing his overreaction, he hurriedly pocketed his phone. "Nothing, just some work."

Heather pretended not to notice the bright red kiss emoji that had flashed on his screen a moment earlier. She smiled and asked, "Do you have time tonight? Come with me somewhere."

Brett immediately declined. "I have a video conference tonight."

Heather pouted slightly, then said, "It's Jason's girlfriend's birthday. I thought it'd be nice if you came with me to the party."

He paused, the mention of the party catching him off guard. His attitude softened quickly. "If you really want to go, I can accompany you."

Heather took his arm and said, "Are you sure it won't interfere with your work?"

"It's not that important," Brett replied, already making his way upstairs. "I should get changed. Can't be underdressed for an occasion like this."

Watching him eagerly head off to prepare, Heather reached for the new perfume she had just bought. She sprayed a little on her wrists and behind her ears, the sultry fragrance enveloping her.

As the scent lingered, she found herself replaying the intimate moment in the car with Jason earlier that day. A thrill ran through her, and she couldn't help but anticipate their next encounter.