that make Gerard the one she should be targeting her hatred towards?
Logically, it made sense, but all her energy still focused around Ian, around wanting to make him pay for the pain he’d caused. Because even if Gerard had set her up just so he could come to her rescue, he’d never made her feel loved, never made her trust him, never stolen her heart only to trample over it. Only Ian had done that.
“You look pensive,” Ian interrupted her thoughts from where he sat across from her on the plane.
“Pensive? More like pissed at how I’ve been used.”
“Used? You should be flattered.”
She scoffed.
“How many women have a man go to so much trouble and expense just to nail her a few times?”
She seethed inside, but smiled pretty as you please. “I thought you said you’d been watching?”
Ian’s brow rose.
“If you’d been watching, you’d know that it was more than just a few times. Gerard and I have been going at it like rabbits.”
Ian’s jaw clenched, but then a smile slide onto his handsome face. “Making up for lost orgasms, Monty? Couldn’t you find yourself a bitch while in prison?”
Monty bit back her retort. Calling Ian a bastard again wouldn’t accomplish anything. They both already knew he was a bastard of the worst kind.
A smug smile tugged at Ian’s lips. “Surely someone wanted to be your girlfriend? No?” His eyes danced with devilry. “Perhaps you should have been nicer to the warden. I hear he has a way with the ladies.”
She bared her teeth and hissed at him.
“Speaking of a way with the ladies,” if possible his eyes gleamed with even more sin, “what is Gerard going to say when he discovers you fucked me within five minutes of seeing me again?”
“Gerard doesn’t own me.” But she did feel a twinge of guilt. She shouldn’t have had sex with Ian for so many reasons, not the least of which was whatever was between Gerard and her. Sexual attraction and gratitude on her part. Who knew with Gerard? At least, she’d been grateful right up until she’d learned he’d been behind the entire ordeal. The bastard. Maybe all men were bastards. Maybe she’d neuter the whole damned gender.
“I’m thinking Kincaid left you on purpose just so you could quit faking it.”
“Hate to break it to you, but I’ve never faked a thing.” She gave him a meaningful look. “Not with Gerard, that is. If you were watching, you should know that? Didn’t your camera have a zoom so you could see how he made me cum so much it dripped from my pussy?”
His pupils dilated to tiny pinpricks, but only for a moment. Then the amused light returned. “Perhaps leaving you with me is Kincaid’s way of letting you know the not-faked orgasm are over. Men have a habit of leaving you?”
He was baiting her, returning tit for tat. She wouldn’t take his bait, not when in doing so she might reveal how betrayed she’d been by his leaving her in the worst way. But she admitted leaving her with Ian didn’t mesh with Gerard’s keen mind and possessive nature. But she refused to let Ian think her ego was any less penetrable to taunts than his impenetrable one.
“Then why is he having me flown across an ocean?” She arched a brow, giving a saucy smile. “He wants me, Ian. We both know it’s true. Like you pointed out, he went to a lot of trouble to have me and wants me with him. Otherwise he’d have left me in New York, knowing I’d leave on my own.”
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps my ass.”
“Good point. Perhaps your ass is why he’s having you flown to London.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Then again, perhaps it’s not.”
She’d deal with whatever Gerard threw her way when the time came. At the moment the man across from her loomed far more dangerous to her peace of mind. Why had she given in so easily? One little crook of his talented finger and she’d come. Literally.
“Worried?”
“About you?” she challenged. “Never.”
“Actually I meant about your lover boy
Logically, it made sense, but all her energy still focused around Ian, around wanting to make him pay for the pain he’d caused. Because even if Gerard had set her up just so he could come to her rescue, he’d never made her feel loved, never made her trust him, never stolen her heart only to trample over it. Only Ian had done that.
“You look pensive,” Ian interrupted her thoughts from where he sat across from her on the plane.
“Pensive? More like pissed at how I’ve been used.”
“Used? You should be flattered.”
She scoffed.
“How many women have a man go to so much trouble and expense just to nail her a few times?”
She seethed inside, but smiled pretty as you please. “I thought you said you’d been watching?”
Ian’s brow rose.
“If you’d been watching, you’d know that it was more than just a few times. Gerard and I have been going at it like rabbits.”
Ian’s jaw clenched, but then a smile slide onto his handsome face. “Making up for lost orgasms, Monty? Couldn’t you find yourself a bitch while in prison?”
Monty bit back her retort. Calling Ian a bastard again wouldn’t accomplish anything. They both already knew he was a bastard of the worst kind.
A smug smile tugged at Ian’s lips. “Surely someone wanted to be your girlfriend? No?” His eyes danced with devilry. “Perhaps you should have been nicer to the warden. I hear he has a way with the ladies.”
She bared her teeth and hissed at him.
“Speaking of a way with the ladies,” if possible his eyes gleamed with even more sin, “what is Gerard going to say when he discovers you fucked me within five minutes of seeing me again?”
“Gerard doesn’t own me.” But she did feel a twinge of guilt. She shouldn’t have had sex with Ian for so many reasons, not the least of which was whatever was between Gerard and her. Sexual attraction and gratitude on her part. Who knew with Gerard? At least, she’d been grateful right up until she’d learned he’d been behind the entire ordeal. The bastard. Maybe all men were bastards. Maybe she’d neuter the whole damned gender.
“I’m thinking Kincaid left you on purpose just so you could quit faking it.”
“Hate to break it to you, but I’ve never faked a thing.” She gave him a meaningful look. “Not with Gerard, that is. If you were watching, you should know that? Didn’t your camera have a zoom so you could see how he made me cum so much it dripped from my pussy?”
His pupils dilated to tiny pinpricks, but only for a moment. Then the amused light returned. “Perhaps leaving you with me is Kincaid’s way of letting you know the not-faked orgasm are over. Men have a habit of leaving you?”
He was baiting her, returning tit for tat. She wouldn’t take his bait, not when in doing so she might reveal how betrayed she’d been by his leaving her in the worst way. But she admitted leaving her with Ian didn’t mesh with Gerard’s keen mind and possessive nature. But she refused to let Ian think her ego was any less penetrable to taunts than his impenetrable one.
“Then why is he having me flown across an ocean?” She arched a brow, giving a saucy smile. “He wants me, Ian. We both know it’s true. Like you pointed out, he went to a lot of trouble to have me and wants me with him. Otherwise he’d have left me in New York, knowing I’d leave on my own.”
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps my ass.”
“Good point. Perhaps your ass is why he’s having you flown to London.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Then again, perhaps it’s not.”
She’d deal with whatever Gerard threw her way when the time came. At the moment the man across from her loomed far more dangerous to her peace of mind. Why had she given in so easily? One little crook of his talented finger and she’d come. Literally.
“Worried?”
“About you?” she challenged. “Never.”
“Actually I meant about your lover boy
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