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Trailer Park Chick Meets Chaebol Stepbrother by Isla Chiu

Trailer Park Chick meets Chaebol Stepbrother.

Chaebol Stepbrother wants Trailer Park Chick.

When Winter Zhu finds out that her mama is getting married (again), she’s skeptical. Her mama’s had bad taste in men since she can remember. To Winter’s relief, her new stepdad is nothing like her mama’s exes. He’s sweet and he has money⁠—a lot of money, it turns out.

Unfortunately, she can’t say the same for her stepbrother Woo-bin, who’s handsome as sin but a jerk who accuses her mama of being a gold-digger. She wants nothing to do with him at first, but Woo-bin has other plans up his sleeve, including getting her in his bed…

SKU: B07VYVKP5N Categories: Contemporary, Erotica Tags: asian american, humor, Isla Chiu, rich man
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“This is my son Woo-bin,” Minho says. “Woo-bin, this is Angela and her daughter Winter.”
He extends his hand, his eyes none too warm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Hmm, my new stepbrother doesn’t seem as friendly as his dad. But maybe he’s just not a touchy-feely person. After Mama and I shake his hand, Minho wraps an arm around her waist and whispers into her ear, “I have to show you something upstairs.”
She giggles again. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, kids.”
“Or half an hour,” Minho says before taking her up the stairs.
They are so going to have sex. If they keep this up, I’m definitely going to have vomit in my mouth by the end of the night.
“Newlyweds, huh?” I attempt to grin at Woo-bin, but the guy is scowling at me.
“I lied earlier. It’s not a pleasure to meet you or your gold-digging mother.”
My jaw drops. What the hell? “Excuse me?”
He rubs his eyes. “I can’t believe my dad didn’t sign a prenup. Your mom’s going to divorce him in a month.”
My blood simmers. “Mama is not a gold-digger.”
He snorts. “Yeah, right.”
“They’re in love!”
“Maybe my dad is, but your mom is definitely in it for the money. Just so you know, I’m going to make it extremely difficult for her to get a damn penny after the divorce.”
I cross my arms over my chest. With more than a little disgust, I notice that the movement draws his eyes to my cleavage. I exhale, repeating in my head, I shouldn’t punch my stepbrother in the face, I shouldn’t punch my stepbrother in the face. “Don’t insult my mom.”
“I’m not insulting her. I’m merely telling the truth. She’s a gold-digging wh—”
I kick his shin before he can finish his sentence. He yelps, clutching his foot. “You’re an asshole,” I hiss. “Mama is one of the sweetest people in the world. Also, maybe you’re just paranoid about gold-diggers because no woman in her right mind would want to sleep with you if you weren’t rich.” Okay, not exactly true because he’s hot, but I want my words to sting.
“Oh, I assure you, there are plenty of reasons why women want to sleep with me.”
I roll my eyes. “Please.”
He takes a step toward me, invading my personal space. My mind can’t help registering his scent—mint and sandalwood. Worse, my body can’t help finding it appealing. “Do you want me to show you a reason?” he asks, his whisper warm on my cheek.
Wait, is my stepbrother coming on to me? “Not particularly.” I try backing away, but he places a hand on the small of my back, keeping me close.
“You’re not at all curious?”
“What is up with you? First, you call my mama a gold-digger. Now you’re…” I don’t know how to finish the sentence because I’m not at all sure what he’s doing.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Before I can react, he cups the back of my head and puts his lips on mine. Involuntarily, I close my eyes, getting lost in his taste—mint and a hint of matcha—and returning his kiss. Damn, he’s a good kisser. So much better than my ex-boyfriend, whose breath always reeked of beer and who used his tongue like a plunger.
“Fuck,” he breathes once my lips leave his.
My eyes widen. Oh my God, I just made out with my stepbrother.
“I think I’m going to have to keep you,” he says.

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    Cooper’s looked down at her. His face went gray with horror.

    “I hope that word means what I think it means,” he whispered.

    She looked to the far wall. Cute? Petite? Is that what you meant? She longed to ask him that like a Parade squad nymph would say it, drifting towards him with an archly raised eyebrow and a lazy, kissable half-smile. But just playacting through the line in her head set a swarm of nervous giggles buzzing around in her throat, perilously close to her voice box, and it was all she could do to keep a lid on them.

    “You’re.” Was that my voice? The word was a mortifying squeak.

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    “Yes, but more importantly, jumping’s the primary locomotion for the Flicker. A ‘naut can leap around from time to time, sure, but most of what they do is run. A totally different use of the coils and their, uh, built-in suspensions. Their legs.”

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    “But, uh.” Was he really going to walk out of her life because he was too honest to land his company a contract? Keep him. Keep him here! a hungry voice blared out somewhere inside her.

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    “Oh, sure. We’ve worked big carriage suspensions. A motorized dais that raised and lowered, too, and had a bunch of dancers leaping around on it for, uh, a play or something.”

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    Ensie took a deep breath through her nose. “It would take a lot of time,” she said slowly. She curled her hands into little fists, rubbing her thumbs against her fingers as she looked up at him. No giggling. No giggling!

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    “Great.”

    “Great. Can I say—”

    “I just want to—”

    They both spoke up simultaneously, and leaned a little closer at the same time. It brought them many centimeters closer than either had meant independently. Ensie froze there. He was so close that her hairnet was almost brushing the center of his chest. She turned her face up to him and saw something very interesting in his eyes.

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    “Likewise…” Ensie shifted her hand so their fingertips on the desk were touching. “Cooper.”

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    A massive noise clattered through the hallway just outside. Ensie recoiled before she recognized the sound of the tool cart for what it was. Cooper started too, raising his hand up and away. He flushed the color of an overripe apple and he refused to meet her eyes as the tech outside pushed the noisy cart from one workroom to the next.

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    “That, uh.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. That was unprofessional of me, and I’m sorry.”

    She looked up at him.

    “I shouldn’t have… I mean, I didn’t mean anything by, by touching you.”

    “You didn’t?”

    “Well, I… it’s not… There’s a time and a place, that’s all. Unprofessional,” he rambled, shaking his head.

    Ensie felt the grain of the desk beneath her hand. “I made you think unprofessional thoughts,” she murmured.

    Their eyes met.

    “It’ll never happen again,” he said, something low coloring his voice.

    Ensie raised one eyebrow in an unspoken ‘really?’ she would have been very proud of if she had been able to see herself.

    Sunlight flooded the room as their lips pressed together.

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