shrugged and said, “What? She wants to help.”
“More like she wants in your pants.”
Charlotte was jealous. After all they'd been through in the past few days, she was jealous . This was priceless.
“Slow down, Charlotte. I'm supposed to be your brother, remember?”
Standing huffily, the young woman grabbed her bag as she made to head towards the living room. “I'd be willing to bet money that you aren't actually, so come on. We need to figure this out.”
And with that, she took off down the hall, her heels clicking against the ancient wood flooring.
David's head was spinning. He'd gone from thinking the woman wanted his head on a platter to plotting with her in the space of mere hours. What the hell was next?
Chapter Eight
She was still mad at him.
Sitting next to the man who may or may not be related to her, Charlotte buried her face in a magazine. It had been easy work for her to beg some time off from Causewell. The man seemed to feel so overwhelmingly sorry for her that—instead of her being at his beck and call—it seemed to be the other way around. Plus, there was the fact that the man frequently asked her questions about the policies that her father wanted him to implement. It was almost as if he didn't want to be a complete monster like the man who hired him. The possibility that he may be different from her father threw Charlotte for a loop.
She didn't want to like him. She wouldn't like him.
She had plenty to deal with already and plenty's name was David Marscomb.
Charlotte still hadn't decided how she'd felt about how he’d lied his way into the company and tried to take it down under her nose. Sure, he'd apologized for what he'd done, but he'd still done it. A man like David was smart enough to keep on lying until he reached his ultimate goal.
Somehow, however, she didn't think that he was lying now.
If it came to a contest of dishonesty, Emerson Mathers was far in the lead. Certainly, David was no angel, but her father won the solid gold kewpie doll when it came to manipulating the shit out of people.
It shocked her that she hadn’t seen it sooner. She'd known he was a selfish, paranoid person, but she hadn't thought he'd had it in him to completely destroy a family. Truly, she had never known her father. Now, she was sure that she had no desire to know him, either.
The only thing she needed to know was whether or not he'd been telling the truth about David's parentage. So, off they went on the unexpected holiday she'd originally wanted—though under completely different circumstances.
To add even more oddness to the venture, they hadn't come alone. Leah had insisted on tagging along to bail them out of any hypothetical trouble they got themselves into.
Now, there was a woman she could say for sure she felt absolutely clearly about: Leah was desperate. She kept batting her eyes at David and hanging onto him like she couldn't walk herself. It was pretty obvious and disgusting.
Moe disturbing, however, was the fact that David seemed flattered by her advances.
Well, let him be. They might be working together to figure out who his true father was, but Charlotte was through with him—romantically anyway. Brother or not.
The man had lied to her, cheated her, and tried to take down her life's blood. True, he had done it for his own heartsickness, but could she ever be convinced that he could be truly honest with her? It was a something she could never be sure
“More like she wants in your pants.”
Charlotte was jealous. After all they'd been through in the past few days, she was jealous . This was priceless.
“Slow down, Charlotte. I'm supposed to be your brother, remember?”
Standing huffily, the young woman grabbed her bag as she made to head towards the living room. “I'd be willing to bet money that you aren't actually, so come on. We need to figure this out.”
And with that, she took off down the hall, her heels clicking against the ancient wood flooring.
David's head was spinning. He'd gone from thinking the woman wanted his head on a platter to plotting with her in the space of mere hours. What the hell was next?
Chapter Eight
She was still mad at him.
Sitting next to the man who may or may not be related to her, Charlotte buried her face in a magazine. It had been easy work for her to beg some time off from Causewell. The man seemed to feel so overwhelmingly sorry for her that—instead of her being at his beck and call—it seemed to be the other way around. Plus, there was the fact that the man frequently asked her questions about the policies that her father wanted him to implement. It was almost as if he didn't want to be a complete monster like the man who hired him. The possibility that he may be different from her father threw Charlotte for a loop.
She didn't want to like him. She wouldn't like him.
She had plenty to deal with already and plenty's name was David Marscomb.
Charlotte still hadn't decided how she'd felt about how he’d lied his way into the company and tried to take it down under her nose. Sure, he'd apologized for what he'd done, but he'd still done it. A man like David was smart enough to keep on lying until he reached his ultimate goal.
Somehow, however, she didn't think that he was lying now.
If it came to a contest of dishonesty, Emerson Mathers was far in the lead. Certainly, David was no angel, but her father won the solid gold kewpie doll when it came to manipulating the shit out of people.
It shocked her that she hadn’t seen it sooner. She'd known he was a selfish, paranoid person, but she hadn't thought he'd had it in him to completely destroy a family. Truly, she had never known her father. Now, she was sure that she had no desire to know him, either.
The only thing she needed to know was whether or not he'd been telling the truth about David's parentage. So, off they went on the unexpected holiday she'd originally wanted—though under completely different circumstances.
To add even more oddness to the venture, they hadn't come alone. Leah had insisted on tagging along to bail them out of any hypothetical trouble they got themselves into.
Now, there was a woman she could say for sure she felt absolutely clearly about: Leah was desperate. She kept batting her eyes at David and hanging onto him like she couldn't walk herself. It was pretty obvious and disgusting.
Moe disturbing, however, was the fact that David seemed flattered by her advances.
Well, let him be. They might be working together to figure out who his true father was, but Charlotte was through with him—romantically anyway. Brother or not.
The man had lied to her, cheated her, and tried to take down her life's blood. True, he had done it for his own heartsickness, but could she ever be convinced that he could be truly honest with her? It was a something she could never be sure
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