<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WPmrwfk.png)</div>What did Ellie call Michael Kaplan? Michael? Dad?<em>Daddy</em>? Eliza had never really paid any attention to that little detail, but the text message on her twin's phone pointed to the last option.<br/><br/>"Michael?" The young, unsuspecting minx called out softly, opting for a safer option. After all, maybe it had all been a mistake and Ellie wasn't even the intended recipient. She had heard him say something — something that vaguely sounded like a panicked expletive, but she couldn't be sure until-<br/><br/><em>"Fuck!"</em><br/><br/>Eliza had fully stepped into her stepfather's office by this point, and her assumption was confirmed. Her lips smiled as innocently as she could, given the situation of not even knowing what was going to happen. She was simply bringing him lunch, right?<br/><br/>"I didn't know what you wanted, so I picked up a soup and sandw-" the words were promptly cut off and for a moment she didn't understand what was happening. Another moment passed by. A heartbeat of a second for her brain to catch up to her five senses.<br/><br/>A flash of sight to see the look Michael was giving her and yet she didn't give a second thought to it. A waft of smells from the fresh food that quickly gave way to rich cologne. The sensation of firm muscle against her soft body and, if that all hadn't thrown Eliza for a loop already, her tongue suddenly tasted a mix of coffee and mint. Michael Kaplan — Eliza's stepfather — was kissing and touching her.<br/><br/>The first reaction was to push him away. Eliza's slender hands traded paper bagged lunch for suit jacket and just as the food crashed to the floor her body parted from Michael's. Eyes wide, unable to hide the shock deep inside of them, but deep down Eliza knew that she had to play it off...somehow. "D-didn't you....I-I thought you wanted lunch?" She asked in a curious tone. Did she hope that there was a way out of this? Oh god, yes. Did she see one? Fuck no. "I..." her voice was quivering, and for once in her life it was a natural shake, "...I brought you some food..."<br/><br/><em>"Think, Eliza, think! What would Ellie do in this situation?"</em>The sly girl tried to think hard. She racked her brain for any option that would salvage the situation and get her out of trouble. Nothing. Only the one thought screamed out to her. Ellie would have fucked their stepfather.<br/><br/>"I mean, you sent me a message saying you were hungry, right?" Perhaps it was a last ditch effort to get herself out of the moment. Or maybe it was a stall tactic. Eliza had to stall. She wasn't Ellie and she needed to make the decision — come clean or follow through with<em>it</em>.<br/><br/>The first thought Eliza had nearly made her laugh. Twins. She had always opted to call Ellie when one of her plans had gotten out of hand. Ellie had always been the one to calm her down and allow her to think it all through. The second thought made Eliza shudder. Her lips could still feel the lingering tingles of Michael's fierce kiss, and she liked the sensation. But it was the third thought that might have scared her the most. The only way she could get out of this mess scot-free was to sleep with him first, then deal with Ellie later.<br/><br/>Eliza had always been a stubborn girl. She was the type that when she decided on something, she threw herself into it. You might have thought that this was different, given the gravity of the decision, but it wasn't. At the drop of a dime her throat shifted with a swallow and her body language changed. Now, it wasn't a question of should she pretend to be Ellie to fuck the man she saw as her father, it was a question of how Ellie would go about it and if Eliza could play opposite to her own personality for that long.<br/><br/>With a little dip, Eliza managed to retrieve the dropped bag of food from the floor. She was positive the lunch was ruined, but she played along anyways. "I brought you some food from the bakery down the street." She turned on the balls of her feet, placing the lunch down on the small conference table. It would have all been so innocent, but the way she did it had just a hint of knowing to it. Her hips swayed a touch more than usual, and with her back facing her stepfather, Eliza took a deep, calming breath before turning back around.<br/><br/>Her demeanour tried to mimic Ellie's, but no matter how hard she tried, it was never perfect. "Is there anything else I can help you with," a millisecond of a pause before she finalized her fate, "Daddy?" The word felt strange in her mouth, like a piece of fruit that was on the brink of spoiling, but was also the sweetest it could have ever been. That was Eliza's last thought before she gave in and offered Michael her best Ellie-innocent gaze she could come up with.