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“If you’re inferring that I had something to do with the young man you intended to take home tonight turning you down, then yes. Guilty as charged.
“You’re not even going to deny it?” she stutters in astonishment.
“And why would I do that?” I shrug, taking a sip of my whiskey.
“Just what are you playing at, Nichols? What do you think you’ll win with this?”
You.
But just as the thought sneaks into my head, I shrug it away.
“Let me worry about that. I’m sure you can have a perfectly adequate night regardless.”
“I’d have anadequatenight if you hadn’t cockblocked me.” She scowls. “You think that getting in my way will do what? Break me?”
This time, I turn to face Piper head-on as she swallows dryly at the intent in my gaze.
“I’m not interested in breaking you, Piper. Just bending you a little.” I smirk.
“Fuck you, Nichols, and your mind games. I’m not playing.”
I lean closer to her, my chest tightening when I hear that little catch of breath.
“That’s right, kitten. You’re done playing with your toys. From here on out, whenever you want to play, you must come to me. No one else.”
“I would rather take a vow of celibacy,” she all but whispers.
“We’ll see about that.”
Her venom-filled glare sets my bloodstream on fire. If I were a man who still acted on his impulses, I’d pin her to this rail right here and now just to show her that anadequatefuck is completely beneath her.
Piper deserves extraordinary.
Nothing else should suffice.
“Now, is there anything else you’d like to discuss?” I taunt.
If looks could kill, then I’d be dead right now.
By the look in her blue eyes, Piper has killed me in ten different ways in as many seconds.
Instead of arguing with me any further, she storms off while cursing my very existence under her breath.
I, on the other hand, stay right at the same spot, looking over at the city of Boston, wondering how anyone could fall out of love with it.
Especially when such a city bore a woman like Piper Lee.
Chapter 8
Piper
My heavy lids struggle to open as I reach for my phone on the nightstand, the jarring sound of my ringtone intent on waking me up. When I see my assistant’s name flash on the screen, I pull the phone to my ear and answer it.
“This call better be life or death, Toby. I was just dreaming about Henry Cavill without his shirt on and a bucket load of whipped cream.”
If only that were true.
Unfortunately, after one torrid night with Trent, I haven’t been able to dream about another man in my bed. Not even my go-to Henry.
