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He stood and grabbed his boxers, sliding them over his gorgeous hips. Such a shame to cover his amazing body.
I stood next to him and slid my palm up his forearm to his shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting caress. “Hey, please don’t get the wrong idea here. This was not a pity fuck. None of this was. Do you think I fall into bed with every man I meet in my conference room? This is a first for me, Rock. And look at you. You are anything but an object of pity.”
“If there’s one thing I can spot a mile away, it’s a manipulative woman.” He brushed my hand away. “You were trying to build me up so I’d go into work on Monday and take the bull by the horns. That way my siblings wouldn’t get screwed over, and your precious bills would be paid.”
Sparks of anger traveled up my spine. Yes, I’d wanted to show him he had control, but never had I pitied him. “My bills are paid by your father’s estate, not you.”
“Seems I’m in charge of my father’s company now,” he said.
“But not his estate. Reid is the executor, and he makes sure the estate pays its bills. You have nothing to do with it.”
“Thank God,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”
“For God’s sake, I wasn’t worried!” I stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I looked in the mirror. My hair was in disarray, and I was flushed all over. My lips were swollen and pink from all the kissing, and my pussy… Oh my God. It was so red and engorged. I had been thoroughly used. I’d enjoyed it. The best fuck of my life.
But now I was pissed.
How dare he accuse me of a pity fuck so my bills would be paid? My first impression of Rock Wolfe had been spot on. He was an asshole of the highest order.
An asshole who was the best looking man I’d ever laid eyes on. The best kisser. A man who knew how to play every inch of my body like a concert master played his violin.
This couldn’t end with both of us angry.
That wasn’t what I wanted, and I hoped it wasn’t what he wanted.
Was I truly just a fuck to him? I sighed. Maybe I was. I didn’t do this type of thing very often—had I ever?—but he probably did. Just a fuck with a woman he wanted at the moment. His fuck du jour.
And now it was over.
But I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. As much as Rock Wolfe was a dickhead, he had enormous potential. He was bright and intelligent, though pigheaded. He was determined, though obstinate. He had a fire and passion that could take the business world by storm.
He could make Wolfe Enterprises great.
I was sure of it.
Oh, he had a lot to learn, and some of it wouldn’t be easy. But he was twice the man his father had been. His father had been twice the dick, too.
How well I knew.
I splashed some cold water on my face, drew in a deep breath, and wrapped a towel around my naked body. Time to set that stubborn man straight. I turned the knob and walked back into the bedroom.
No Rock. His clothes were all gone. He must have gone into the living area.
Nope. No Rock.
He had left.
Left me in his hotel room.
Dickhead.
Nothing to do now except get dressed and go home. It was Friday night, and as usual, I didn’t have any plans. I’d recently ended a short relationship with a young partner in another law firm when I’d discovered him in bed with another woman. I could hardly fault him. He was nice and sweet and handsome, but we didn’t really turn each other on. I’d started wondering whether I was becoming too married to my work, that it was making me frigid.
Today had gotten rid of that fear. I was far from frigid. Rock Wolfe had thawed whatever needed thawing in me.
I laughed out loud. It would serve him right if I just stayed here. This was his suite, and he’d be back eventually. Then he’d have to deal with me.
But that wasn’t my style. I wasn’t a chaser. I had no issue with letting a man know I was interested, but never would I push myself on anyone.
I was better than that.
I got dressed quickly and left the suite, keeping an eye out for Rock as I went. I even walked into the hotel bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but no dice.
He’d gone somewhere else.
Not that I cared.
Yeah, right.
I did care, even though I didn’t want to.
Rock Wolfe had gotten under my skin in a way no man ever had, but I had to accept reality. I was just a fuck to him.
