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one look at her kissable lips and the way the wind messed her hair, and all he wanted was to have sex with her, have those legs wrapped around him, plunge inside her wetness, nip her big breasts, and explode.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” she said, raising her voice. She shook her head, then lifted her hands in midair as if trying to keep composure and talk herself out of whatever she really wanted to scream at him. “Sorry is not enough. I’ve just learned that it’s only a matter of time until I’m out the door. Do you have any idea what this means to me?” she asked with glossy eyes and trembling lips.
Shit. The last thing he wanted was to upset her like that. Or to make her cry.
“My world, that wasn’t stable to begin with, just exploded. And you say you’re sorry? You aren’t really encouraging me to go the extra mile in assisting you to nail this deal, especially when I know I’ll be jobless when we get back to Austin.”
What was she saying? Could she use the New York move against him? A shiver zapped down his spine. Nope. He wasn’t going to let her ruin his plans. His career. His life. “You don’t have a choice.”
Anger lit her eyes. “Why not? I told you I would come and pretend to be your fake fiancée. I have. But don’t expect me to keep peppering in lies about our fairy-tale life as a couple. Not when I’m really mad at you for misleading me.”
“If you dare sabotage things to get back at me, trust me, you will be sorry.”
She thrust her hip to one side and wiped the tear off with her index finger. Then, she chewed on her lower lip, and he could tell her throat worked visibly. In all the months she’d worked for him, he’d never seen Alice like that. Upset. Determined. And ready to fight. “You’re threatening me?”
“I’m warning you. If you screw me over, I’ll do the same. Forget about job security. I’ll see to it that you don’t find a job anywhere.” When he heard his own threat, he curled his fists. Shit. That wasn’t the right way to go about it. “This doesn’t have to be complicated, and you know it, Alice,” he said in a lower tone, attempting to backpedal.
“Of course it doesn’t.” She leveled him with a look of unbridled disgust. The kind he had received before, when Kristin used to slap her knowledge of his father in his face. “As long as you get what you want, it’s all good, right?” she said before striding out of sight.
A lice headed to the library, now empty and not a thing out of place. She eyed the bar and opened the cupboard to fetch a square glass. Hard liquor wasn’t her thing, but tonight, she needed all the help she could get.
She found the scotch, which was probably worth more than her dress, and filled the glass. How could he? How could he expect her to be motivated to continue helping him get those paintings knowing that would render her jobless? Without her free health insurance? If she didn’t need the twenty grand so badly, she’d be tempted to tell him to screw himself and find a flight back early. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. She lifted the glass to her mouth, but the smoky liquid only added to the lump clogging her throat.
Placing the glass on the console, she forced the scotch down and wiped her lips. Yuck.
“Problems falling asleep?” The female voice came from behind her, and she jumped.
Turning, a cold shiver snaked down her spine, and she blinked. Viola wore a long, silky pearl-colored robe over her burgundy nightgown. She smiled, this time without the makeup she had on before. Even with the wrinkles and small imperfections visible on her face, there was something regal about the woman. Something inspiring and real.
Alice clutched the glass so tightly she was sure she would break it if she didn’t let go. Great. Let’s keep to just one broken glass per day . “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your bar stash.”
“No problem. Did you enjoy it?” Viola walked to the console and
“Are you freaking kidding me?” she said, raising her voice. She shook her head, then lifted her hands in midair as if trying to keep composure and talk herself out of whatever she really wanted to scream at him. “Sorry is not enough. I’ve just learned that it’s only a matter of time until I’m out the door. Do you have any idea what this means to me?” she asked with glossy eyes and trembling lips.
Shit. The last thing he wanted was to upset her like that. Or to make her cry.
“My world, that wasn’t stable to begin with, just exploded. And you say you’re sorry? You aren’t really encouraging me to go the extra mile in assisting you to nail this deal, especially when I know I’ll be jobless when we get back to Austin.”
What was she saying? Could she use the New York move against him? A shiver zapped down his spine. Nope. He wasn’t going to let her ruin his plans. His career. His life. “You don’t have a choice.”
Anger lit her eyes. “Why not? I told you I would come and pretend to be your fake fiancée. I have. But don’t expect me to keep peppering in lies about our fairy-tale life as a couple. Not when I’m really mad at you for misleading me.”
“If you dare sabotage things to get back at me, trust me, you will be sorry.”
She thrust her hip to one side and wiped the tear off with her index finger. Then, she chewed on her lower lip, and he could tell her throat worked visibly. In all the months she’d worked for him, he’d never seen Alice like that. Upset. Determined. And ready to fight. “You’re threatening me?”
“I’m warning you. If you screw me over, I’ll do the same. Forget about job security. I’ll see to it that you don’t find a job anywhere.” When he heard his own threat, he curled his fists. Shit. That wasn’t the right way to go about it. “This doesn’t have to be complicated, and you know it, Alice,” he said in a lower tone, attempting to backpedal.
“Of course it doesn’t.” She leveled him with a look of unbridled disgust. The kind he had received before, when Kristin used to slap her knowledge of his father in his face. “As long as you get what you want, it’s all good, right?” she said before striding out of sight.
A lice headed to the library, now empty and not a thing out of place. She eyed the bar and opened the cupboard to fetch a square glass. Hard liquor wasn’t her thing, but tonight, she needed all the help she could get.
She found the scotch, which was probably worth more than her dress, and filled the glass. How could he? How could he expect her to be motivated to continue helping him get those paintings knowing that would render her jobless? Without her free health insurance? If she didn’t need the twenty grand so badly, she’d be tempted to tell him to screw himself and find a flight back early. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. She lifted the glass to her mouth, but the smoky liquid only added to the lump clogging her throat.
Placing the glass on the console, she forced the scotch down and wiped her lips. Yuck.
“Problems falling asleep?” The female voice came from behind her, and she jumped.
Turning, a cold shiver snaked down her spine, and she blinked. Viola wore a long, silky pearl-colored robe over her burgundy nightgown. She smiled, this time without the makeup she had on before. Even with the wrinkles and small imperfections visible on her face, there was something regal about the woman. Something inspiring and real.
Alice clutched the glass so tightly she was sure she would break it if she didn’t let go. Great. Let’s keep to just one broken glass per day . “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your bar stash.”
“No problem. Did you enjoy it?” Viola walked to the console and
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