Falling for my Enemy's Brother

“Lookatme,”hesaid,voicebarelyaboveawhisper,likehewasn'tjustaskinghertoseehim—buttochoosehim.Shedid.AndohGod.Themomenthereyesmethis,itwaslikethefloortilted.Hisgazewasn'tcoldanymore.Itwasn'tguardedorteasing.Itwasraw.Fierce.Wrecking.Likehesawthrougheverylayershe'dtriedtohide.Sheswallowedhard.Herlegstrembled.Herheartbetrayedher,poundingsohardagainstherribsitseemedlikeitwantedtobreakfree.Whydidhiseyessoftenlikethat,asifshewasdelicateglass,andhe'ddoanythingtokeepherfromshattering?Shesworeshewasgoingtomeltrightthere.Andhedidn'tevenkissher.Didn'thaveto.Thatonelook—hisfingersbrushingagainstherskinlikeheownedtheright,itwasmorethananykissshe'deverhad.Moredangerous.Moreintoxicating.Herlipsparted,maybetospeak,maybetobreathe,butnothingcameout.Nothingcould.Thetensionbetweenthemtightened—thick,electric,blinding.Ifhemovedevenaninch,itwouldbeover.Buthedidn't.Andthatrestraint?Thatmaddening,infuriating,goddamnbeautifulcontrolmadeherwanthimevenmore.“Letmehandlethis,”hewhispered.“Youdon'thavetotrustConor.Justtrustme.”Hereyesdroppedtohislips.Theyweresoclosenowshecouldfeelthewhisperofhisbreath.Herheartpoundedharder,likeitwantedtoescape.“Pleasestopdoingthat,”shemurmured.Forafleetingsecond,nothingmoved,thenhedroppedhishand.Hisbrowsdrewtogether.“Doingwhat?”“Touchingme,”shewhispered.“Especiallywhenyou'retryingtomakeapoint.Youdiditintherestroomtoo.”“WhydoyouthinkI'mdoingthat?”heasked,voicehuskynow,softer.Synopsis:Atanelitecollege,fallingfortherich,coldsonofabi-llionairewasn’tpartoftheplan,especiallywhenhisbrotheristiedtohermother’smysteriousdeath.ButfromthemomentMerlinastepsontocampus,thechemistryisundeniable.He’sdetached,arrogant,andeverythingsheshouldstayawayfrom.Yetnomatterhowhardshetries,shecan’tignorethepull.She’shereforadegree,butherrealmissionisuncoveringthesecretsofhermother’spastatthisveryschool.Assparksflybetweenherandtheguysheshouldkeepherdistancefrom,she’stornbetweentwothings:exposingthetruthandprotectingherheartfromfallingforhim.Thedeepershedigs,themoredangerousthingsget.Anonymousthreats,darksecrets,andaguywho’sstartingtothinkherobsessionwiththepastcouldruineverything.Whenthetruthfinallybreaksfree,itthreatenseverythingshe’sworkedfor—thetruth,herheart,andthefragilebondsheshareswithhim.Witheverythingatrisk,shemustchoose:exposethetruth,orholdontotheonepersonwhomakesherfeeltrulyalive.