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I was going to kill her.
But first, I was going to fuck her.
Because—and this was important—for whatever unknown reason, she seemed to be the only woman I could even contemplate being intimate with.
In fact, I discovered, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her face. Her body. Her derisive smile. The way she moved on the piste. Like Tinker Bell if she were an assassin.
So lethal and so soft at the same time.
Eileen jerked a step back, spinning her head to me. “You own a throwing knife?”
“Some antique blades.” I shot Farrow a withering look. “As part of my art collection.”
“He owns a tank, too.” Farrow grinned, obviously enjoying herself. “It’s the only thing he drives. G.I. Jerk.”
“It’s not a tank. It’s a Conquest Knight XV.”
“It’s made from aluminum.” Farrow cackled, clutching her stomach, not caring that she’d just added another dirt stain to her shirt. “I took it for a spin, by the way. He really shouldn’t leave his keys where everyone can see them.”
I bet she did.
And I didn’t know why, but it uplifted my mood to know she’d misbehaved.
“Anyway, I see you two have a lot to catch up on.” Farrow put two fingers to her forehead, saluting us. “Have fun, kids. I’ll leave you to it.”
Eileen frowned, palm tightening around the nape of her neck, clearly unimpressed with the verbal battle I’d gotten myself into with the help.
“Sorry about that.” I gestured for Eileen to continue up the stairs. “A pair of hikers found her in the woods just five years ago. She was raised by wild coyotes and grew up thinking she was one of them. I agreed to hire her as part of a rehabilitation program that focuses on integrating low-IQ individuals into society.”
“Interesting. Only five years ago.” Eileen shadowed my steps, swiping at her suit as if she could brush away the encounter with my feral octopus. “Her command of the English language is immaculate.”
We climbed the curved staircase to the soundtrack of Farrow’s bell-chime giggles. They echoed down the cavernous foyer, amplified by the sheer size of the mansion.
Up until now, I’d never considered myhome to be too big.
“Her English is fine.” I led her to the opposite hall from my office. “It’s the content spilling from her mouth I take issue with.”
“You seem to share good chemistry.”
“Hardly.”
The only chemistry we shared was radioactive. Farrow and I were two corrosive elements, bound to blow up in spectacular fashion, but I always did like science.
Eileen followed me into my bedroom closet, stopping just shy of the safe.
True to her mannered upbringing, she turned to grant me privacy while I punched in the twenty-two-digit combination and withdrew the imperial-jade necklace my mother lent her.
It wasn’t lost on me that Farrow would not only watch me enter the code but also memorize it to use at a later date.
The two women couldn’t be any more different.
And for some wild, incomprehensible reason, I preferred the one with the manners of a starving bear.
I deposited the engraved case on the closet island between us. The recessed lights casted cold, blue shadows over Eileen.
When I looked at her beneath them, not a hair out of place, tidy, stylish, and deliberate, I knew there was no way I’d ever be able to touch her—with or without Farrow’s help.
This could never work.
