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“So, wanting to stay in my childhood home makes me stupid?”
“It’s an old and large mansion. Houses like that need a lot of upkeep—they require constant repair.”
“And you think I’m not capable? Or that I don’t care?”
“I think at your age, you probably have a lot of other things on your mind. College. Or a new career.” I began to circle her, noting the way her chest lifted as I drew closer. “Boys.”
“You assume I prefer the male gender.”
“Or girls.”
“I don’t prefer either.”
This made me still, and I was instantly intrigued. “What do you prefer, then? Are you asexual?”
“No.”
“Then?”
She didn’t answer me right away; the delay making me hold my breath in anticipation. Finally, she responded, her gaze meeting mine. “I mean, men.”
It took me a moment to process what she meant. Men, not boys. For some reason, this made my breath quicken, my reaction a little belated. “Either way, you have your whole life ahead of you. Why bother wasting your energy on an old pile of bricks?”
“Maybe this old pile of bricks actually means something to me.”
“I doubt that.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know you better than you assume. Poor little trust fund baby,” I stated in a droll and demeaning way, designed to make her angry. I was standing at her back now, watching the breeze that began to blow her white-blonde hair across her shoulders. She’d taken off her jacket, and her dress was sleeveless and barebacked. The absurd temptation to run a knuckle down her spine suddenly overwhelmed me. I resisted it, instead curling my fingers inward to dig into my palm. “With an adoring father who did everything for you. All you had to do was bat pretty eyelashes and you got whatever your heart desired. You wouldn’t know how to take care of a house like this. It takes more than a pretty face to fix this place up.”
She swiveled towards me in indignation, her expression feral. “Don’t think you know me, just because some rich girl once broke your heart,” she growled out through gritted teeth. Thunder rolled in from above, punctuating the stormy night with its heavy rumble. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ve been insulted for the last time tonight. I’d prefer to punch you in the balls for speaking to me like that. But, because I was taught my manners, I’m politely inviting you to. Fuck. Off.”
I stared at her in shock.
I’d expected an easy acquiesce. She had no bonds here, nothing holding her to this place, especially since she would never see Garrett again—I would make sure of that.
So then, why did she insist on staying?
Heavy drops of rain began to fall from the sky. She didn’t run back to the house, but stayed, staring at me with defiance.
She was…unexpected, and I felt something inside me awaken. An awareness—an excitement I hadn’t felt in years.
The wind picked up, blowing her hair in messy waves across her face. She didn’t brush them away, and it made me want to reach over and grip her hair in my fist. To wrap it around my hand, then tug. To watch her bare her neck before me, then lower to her knees.
I wanted those big blue eyes to stare up at me, innocence radiating from them that would shred my heart, because I knew I was going to bleed the innocence from them until they were as dark and soulless as my own.
And then, I would part those stunning, luscious lips with my tongue so that she could taste me.
Have a little piece of me that would go with her whenever she left.
I most certainly would not fuck her, but I wanted her to taste and to know of the raw male power I was restraining inside of me.
Once more, thunder rolled in the distance and I blinked, coming out of my trance.
What was I doing?
She was practically a child. Fifteen years younger than me.
