The Shorts

By Ellie King

The Jerk

Katie flunked out of yet another college and finds herself in a tough predicament. Either work for her jerk of a stepbrother as his assistant, or move out of the house. 

Katie's plan to seduce and manipulate Oliver goes awry when she discovers his tastes are very singular. Will she be able to tame the jerk and win his love, or will she be cast out of the house for being unable to please him? 

Teacher's Pet 

Hannah is a fee spirit, a wild child who thinks the rules don't apply to her. 

Robert is her older stepbrother, a sizzling hot, in-control, arrogant jerk. 

When Hannah pushes him too far, he will take his revenge. When he turns up at her school as her substitute teacher, there's no telling what form this will take. Mr. Hawk is bound to teach her a lesson she'll never forget. 

Will she ever submit to his will? And will he ever let his guard down long enough to love her? 

The Mean Girl 

Hayley was a mean girl, the head cheerleader kept her tenuous social position through careful manipulations. 

She would die if anyone at school found out about her growing feelings for her stepbrother Reece, a tall, hot cowboy but too low on the high school social ladder for her to think about. Besides, he's her stepbrother. 

When her mom leaves them high and dry, Hayley takes it upon herself to make up for it while fighting her own feelings of abandonment and guilt. 

Will she leave the ranch the minute she graduates? Or will she find something special to keep her around? Something that surpasses any of the artificial friendships she finds at school. 

The Bear Brothers 

At her best friend's advice, Megan packed everything up and moved to a small town in Colorado. She got a job she didn't want at a local pub working for two of the hottest men she'd ever seen. 

Little did she know, her mysterious twin bosses were billionaires and bear shifters...who just happened to be looking for a spunky, curvy mate. 

If only Megan could figure out what to do with not one, but two sizzling hot men. She didn't have to worry though, the brothers were right there, willing to show her exactly how it's done. 

The Prom

Gracie Harlow is a shy bookworm determined to change all that before college. Her stepbrother and stepsister have it all, looks, popularity, fashion sense. Gracie enlists them to help her with a makeover. 

But what happens when she develops feelings for super hot older Alexander? And what will happen when stepsister Cynthia finds out? 

The Bachelor 

Colton Brooks is the city's most eligible bachelor. He's got it all, looks, money, wit and a cool, reassured style that drives women crazy. 

Every woman but his younger stepsister Jessica, that is. 

When Colt begs Jess to bid on him at a BDSM themed charity auction, he is sure he's been saved from the clutches of his many ex girlfriends. What he doesn't know is that Jess has plans of her own...plans that include revenge for the many times Colt has kissed her and left her wanting more. 

Will these two ever stop arguing long enough to understand how much they mean to each other? Or will sparks keep flying and their passion burn them up before they have a chance to find out?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie King
• Release date: May 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533757517

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Ellie King

SHORTS

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Copyright © The Shorts 2016

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Table of Contents

The Jerk

Teacher’s Pet

The Mean Girl

The Bear Brothers

The Prom

The Bachelor

The Jerk

Chapter One

KATIE MONTGOMERY, GET down here right this second!

My mom’s voice broke through the sexy dream I’d been having about Caulter Phillips, my History teacher at college. And the sexiest man I’d had the distinct pleasure of sucking off after class just last week.

Coming, I yelled back and snickered to myself. I almost had been. In my dream Caulter, or Professor Phillips as he liked to be called, was on top of me, pinning my body down and railing me like a man freed from a ten-year prison sentence.

I couldn’t resist touching myself; mom could wait. I closed my eyes and pictured him, moving his body over me, his thick cock filling me up and his eyes glazed with lust. I found my clit under my soaked panties and started to rub. Slowly at first, then faster as I picked up momentum.

I was just about to come when my stepbrother Oliver’s voice came through the door. Katie, she’s pissed, you’d better get down there.

I heard!! I screamed in frustration. I tried to get back at it, but the mood was shattered by Oliver’s stupid fucking voice.

He was intolerable, and I didn’t know why he still lived at home. He was four years older than me, and at twenty-four he’d recently taken over managing his father’s hedge fund or something. I didn’t know exactly what; all I knew was that he had a huge office in an office tower in the city. He wore beautifully tailored suits that fit his sizzling hot body like a glove. And he was a prick. He treated me like I was a stranger living in the house, but at least I was still only twenty. It made sense for me to live here.

Asshole.

I tried one more time but couldn’t get back into my Professor Phillips fantasy. I gave up. I checked my phone, it was almost noon, but it was a Saturday so I had nothing to do. I jumped out of bed, washed up and slid on my bikini and an oversized tee. It looked like a good day to work on my tan.

Mom was waiting in the kitchen and Richard was hovering around behind her. She looked pissed, Richard looked uncomfortable.

They’d been married over ten years now, and even though I’d been living here since the wedding, I’d never felt like I fit in. Before Richard, mom and I had been living in a trailer on the outskirts of town. She’d gotten a temp job as a Secretary in Richard’s office, and they’d fallen in love.

Now we lived in a ten thousand square foot mansion with more money than we knew what to do with, but I missed the old days. Things had seemed simpler back then.

From day one, Oliver had been such a prick to me. He’d resented my presence and thought of me as total white trash. I probably was, I probably am, but I hate that he’s always acted like he’s better than me.

What’s up? I asked and grabbed a granola bar from the cupboard.

She was clutching a piece of paper in her hand, her knuckles were white from gripping it so hard. She shook it at me and asked, Can you explain this?

"I don’t know that this is, so no, not at this point."

"You flunked out of yet another college? You failed History with twenty seven percent?"

I felt red-hot rage creeping up my body. That fucking asshole! He said I would get at least a ninety!

Who? What do you mean?

Never mind, I grumbled and thought of sucking Professor Phillips off for my grade, I guess I hadn’t been that good at it. I briefly thought about reporting him, but realized nobody would believe trash like me.

It’s high time you got a job, Richard interjected, it does no good for you to sit around here being spoiled. It teaches you nothing about the real world.

I smirked and said, Sure, I’ll start handing out resumes Monday morning.

No, Monday morning you start at Montgomery Enterprises. Bright and early, Richard informed me.

I can’t do what Oliver does, I whined, I don’t have a finance background.

You won’t be doing what he does, dear, my mom said, you’ll be working for him. His assistant just quit to get married, so you’ll be taking her place.

I can’t do that, I wailed, "I’m not a fucking secretary! Especially not to him!"

You can and you will, or you should start looking for somewhere to live, Richard said firmly.

I pleaded with my mom, screamed at Richard, begged them both to give me one more chance at another college, but they remained steadfast. I finally gave up and stomped outside to the pool. If they were going to ruin my life, I might as well enjoy my last couple days of freedom.

Oliver was stretched out on a pool lounger when I got out there. His body was amazing and shone in the hot sun. He had oiled himself, and in spite of being the big boss in the corporate world, he obviously worked out. He was tall, about six and a half feet of solid muscle. He had thick dark hair and intense green eyes. When he smiled, he made me feel strange inside. If we weren’t related, he’d be just my type.

I flopped down on a lounger a few feet away. Without opening his yes, Oliver said, I guess you heard the news?

Yes, I pouted.

I’m a fair boss, Katie, but if you piss around and slack off like you do around here, I’ll be tough. Remember that.

Yes sir, Mr. Montgomery, sir. Is that good enough for you? I sneered.

I’m serious, I’m not mom or dad. I won’t put up with your tantrums and lack of respect.

I snorted and decided not to reply. There he was, once again acting like I was some uncontrollable piece of trash who was beneath him.

I was dozing off when he spoke again. Katie?

Uh huh, I replied and didn’t open my eyes when his shadow blocked the sun.

It will be nice to get to know you outside of the house.

My eyes flew open but he was stalking towards the house before I had a chance to ask him what the fuck that meant.

His ass was hugged by a speedo, and his back muscles were long and chorded, dancing under his skin as he walked.

Damn, if only we weren’t related I would climb that man like a Spider Monkey.

I closed my eyes and dozed again, thinking of how much control I’d have over Oliver if I could get him to fuck me. Once men got a taste of pussy, they were idiots I could wrap around my little finger. I doubted Oliver would be the same.

A new idea formed in my head, a way to work and impress mom and Richard, and get exactly what I wanted.

I smiled and let myself drift.

Chapter Two

Would you like some coffee, Mr. Montgomery? I asked Oliver as he strolled past my desk. I had gotten up early and raced into the city to get here before him.

He stopped in mid step, turned around and looked me up and down. Wow, impressive Katie, good show. And yes, I would like a cup.

I stood up and wiggled a little to pull my skirt down. I pretended not to notice Oliver’s eyes appraising my body as I moved. I turned and walked to the break room to get his coffee, putting a little more jiggle in my step than usual. I could feel his hot gaze on my ass as I walked.

I hadn’t dressed slutty, I knew he’d expect that and it would only make my trashiness stand out to him more. It would offend him.

I had gone out on Sunday and bought a few semi custom tailored suits with skirts that hung just above the knee and fit me like a glove. Underneath I wore a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to give him a peek of my plunging cleavage. My wild, thick, wavy hair was pulled back into a tight chignon, and I wore my glasses instead of my contact lenses.

I rocked the sexy librarian look like a star. And judging by Oliver’s reaction, I’d guessed his type dead on.

Here’s your coffee, Mr. Montgomery, is there anything else you need?

You can call me Oliver, he said, please. Mr. Montgomery is only in front of clients or when I deem it necessary.

Okay Oliver, is there anything else you need?

Have you figured out the filing system?

I started on it. Rebecca left extremely detailed notes so I’m sure I’ll catch on in no time.

She was an excellent assistant. I’ll miss her, he said wistfully. I felt a little pang of jealousy and the urge to be better than her. I was such a competitive woman.

Shall I leave you?

Actually hang on, he said and motioned to the chair across the desk from him, take notes.

I picked up the clipboard on the edge of his desk, clicked the pen and sat on the edge of seat. I crossed my legs and felt myself warming up, turning myself on with the great pantomime.

He took a sip of the coffee, exhaled and set it on the desk. Good work. The coffee is perfect, exactly how I like it.

I’ve only lived with you for ten years. Of course I know by now how strong you take it.

Yes, of course, he replied, you look so different it’s difficult to remember it’s you, Katie.

I leaned forward and chewed on the pen, looking eager and ready for his commands.

First off, I need to schedule an appointment with Marcel at the Jacobs Firm. Two this afternoon...

His voiced droned on with instructions of who he needed to see, who he was planning dinner with and all the dreadfully boring ins and outs of running an office.

Half way through I uncrossed my legs and crossed them with the other leg overtop. I made sure to give him a good look as I did so, exposing my shaved, naked pussy. I had deliberately not worn any underwear.

His eyes bulged and he couldn’t keep his hot gaze away from the hem of my skirt. I knew he must be hoping for another look, but I clamped my thighs together and got back to my job.

The key to driving Oliver nuts would be subtlety. Make him think it was his idea, so by the time he was so worked up that he forgot he was my big brother, I would be in full control.

And when I was in full control, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted around here, and he’d never say a word. I could come in late, fuck around on the internet, and leave when I wanted. I’d have the job to impress mom and Richard, but I wouldn’t have to do a thing about it.

Perfect.

After we were done, I stood up to leave, dropped my pen and bent over in front of him to pick it up.

When I stood up, he had a hawk-like predatory look on his face. When he saw me looking, it turned to an angry scowl.

He was probably wondering how an amazing man like he could be attracted to such a piece of trash like me.

White trash and his little sister. I was going to have fun breaking down his control.

Chapter Three

I teased him mercilessly for the first week. Crossing and uncrossing my legs, exposing my bald beaver, bending over to pick up the countless things that I dropped in front of him. I was sure he’d make a move and fuck me hard by Friday.

But he didn’t. He exerted absolute control and never made a move or blurted out an inappropriate remark. I didn’t know if I’d ever crack his exterior.

I tried to seek him out over the weekend, but I didn’t see him. He seemed deliberately absent.

Monday morning came along and I made sure I left the house before him again. He had offered me a ride in to work every day, but I thought the office environment seemed to be the best place to work on my plan of seduction.

I was sitting up straight, my back slightly arched so my breasts pushed open the neckline of my crisp white blouse, exposing a little of the black lace bra underneath.

He strolled in right on time, ogled my straining tits, and stormed into his office. He was in a bad mood, and for some reason this excited me. I squirmed and felt my desire pooling in my core.

I ran to get him coffee, rapped lightly at the door and went inside.

Katie, we need to talk, he said the moment I entered.

What’s going on? I asked and set his coffee down.

"I know what you’re doing and it’s not going