The Three Night Stand

I didn’t think I’d ever see my one night stand again. Especially not as the daughter of my mom’s fiancé. It has to be some kind of cosmic joke, right? For once, I feel like I’ve got my life together—good job, great friends, a fresh start in a new place. I’ve been on my best behavior for ages. At last, everything’s coming up Javier. Until the moment I walk into my future stepdad’s house and meet his daughter. I should say: I meet her again. Madeline and I have already met. It was one night, two years ago. A quick, casual hookup that had no right to be as mind-blowing as it was. I haven’t stopped thinking about it–or her–ever since. In other words, my future stepsister is the star of all my dirtiest fantasies. It doesn’t help that Madeline’s funny, fiery, and so gorgeous with her pink hair and nerdy tattoos that I can barely look at her without breaking into a sweat. But our parents are getting married, so under no circumstances should we sleep together again. Or… again. Or one more time after that, just to get it out of our systems. Because that’s all this is: quick, hot physical relief. Madeline has too much going on to be interested in more, and God knows I’m a bad candidate for the title of boyfriend. Once the wedding’s over, we’ll be normal stepsiblings who don’t have sex with each other, and Thanksgiving won’t be awkward at all. I’m sure it will work out fine.