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that."  I gesture toward the giant tent pitched in his pants.  "Are you going to do something about that?"
    "Do you want to help me do something about this, Princess?"  he asks, his tone sing-songy.  He practically leers at me.
    "Ugh," I say.  "Don't be disgusting.  Just – ugh.  Why is it still… hard?  And why do you have to be such a pervert?"
    "Oh, how cute," he says, turning away from me and heading towards the toilet.  "You think it's because I think you're hot.  You really are virginal, aren't you?  It's morning wood, Princess.  Nothing personal."
    "Oh my God, are you about to take a leak in here, right in front of me?"  I ask.
    "Well, I came in here to take a leak and since you're insisting on running your mouth instead of getting out of the bathroom and letting me do my business, then yeah, I'm about to take a leak in here."  He hooked his thumb under the waistband of his pants, and looks at me.  "Do you want to stay and watch?  You're probably into some kinky shit like water sports, aren't you?"
    I don't even know what water sports are, and I don't think I want to know.  "You're the most disgusting person I've ever met."
    "Oh, give it time, Princess," he says, dropping his pants.  I can see his cock from the side, and his right ass cheek.  I can't believe he just stripped down in front of me like I'm not even here.  "You ain't seen nothing yet.  And I'm going to be around all summer long ."
    I don't know if that's supposed to be a threat or an innuendo, and I don't want to know.  Not even bothering to try to hide my irritation, I huff out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me, probably too loudly.  Back in my room, I resolve to stay the hell away from Caulter.  He's a crude pig who is clearly just trying to get a rise out of me.  And it's totally working.
    Did he just say that I'm really going to be stuck with him all summer?
    I knew I'd be sent to our vacation home in New Hampshire for the summer while my father finished up his term in DC before the Senate broke for summer session. That's usually how my summers go.  But having Caulter join us?  Bad boy Caulter is the last person I'd really expect to fall in line and play along with some "we're one big happy family" routine.
    I wonder what Caulter has up his sleeve.  That's what I should be focusing on.  Instead of what he has in his pants.
     
    ***
     
    "Good morning, Katherine," Ella says.  It's only seven, but I've already been out to my car to grab my bag, and in and out of the shower.  There was no sign of Caulter in the bathroom this time, thank God.  At least that's something.  "Did you sleep well?"
    I blush, remembering the dream.  Nightmare is a better word for it.  Did I sleep well?  With vivid dreams of Caulter's dick running through my head, followed by the greeting I got in the bathroom this morning?  I wonder if I'm ever going to sleep again.  It's like my life is turning into some kind of porno.  But without the sex, I remind myself. There's going to be no more sex.
    Even if he has the sweetest looking body I've ever seen, tall and lanky with washboard abs.  He's off limits.  And not just because he's my new stepbrother -- I mean, we're not even related, sure, but I can't even fathom the scandal that would involve -- but because it's Caulter.  He's the crudest, filthiest, sluttiest guy I've ever met in my life.  I have absolutely no business wanting him.
    I'm afraid the summer is going to involve a lot of cold showers.
    I clear my throat.  "I slept great," I said.
    Ella sips from a glass of what appears to be green sludge.  It's seven in the morning, and she's perfect, even without a lick of makeup, her skin alabaster and unblemished.  She's wearing yoga pants and a tank top that cuts off at her midriff, revealing her trim abdomen.  Standing here in front of her makes me suddenly aware of the five pounds I gained writing my graduation speech a few weeks ago, when I was subsisting on energy drinks