I waited until he put me on the bed to hold up my hands to ward off his advance.
“Wait.I want to tell you what happened first.”
“I can listen while I’m eating dessert.”
“No…you’ll be distracted, and so will I.Please?”I pretended to pout and watched the man completely melt.Why was that so hot?
“I’ll give you the highlights as you strip for me,” I said, compromising.
His gaze grew hotter as he started unbuttoning his shirt.I would never get tired of watching him.
“Your mom told everyone at the social she took us in out of guilt for the payoff article and fire.No one questioned the connection between the fire and her guilt after she let slip that the arsonist was hired by someone well off.”
Konni tossed his shirt aside and reached for his pants.
I started talking faster.
“Annice Wellborn basically called us charity cases and told me not to overstay our welcome when your mom walked away with my mom.”
He paused, and I reached out to help with his zipper.
“She said what?”
I knew his threatening growl had nothing to do with me because he was partially unzipped and hard enough that the zipper was slowly creeping down on its own from the pressure.
“You’re right.Let’s talk about this later.”
I tried tugging his pants free of his hold, but he stepped out of my reach and grabbed his phone.
“She wasn’t the only one,” I said absently, leaving the bed to stalk him.“At least five other women made similar comments throughout the afternoon, but only when your mom wasn’t close.”
I knocked his phone out of his hand and slipped my arms around his waist, smoothing my hand down his abs and into his waistband.
“Do you know what that means?”I asked.
“What does it mean?”
“They think I’m the type of person who will try to take what doesn’t belong to me.They think I don’t know my place.”I closed my hand around him and smiled at his groan.“Maybe you should help me learn my place.”
He pinned me to the bed a second later.
We never made it back down for dinner.
Each step testedthe muscles I’d strained while having my way with Konni last night.Today would be a challenge.
“What are our goals?”I asked as we walked toward the clubhouse.
“To be seen and have a little fun.”
We were definitely going to be seen, thanks to our identical outfits—navy capris, white sleeveless top, and white hat.
“How’s your swing?”she asked.
“No idea.This is my first time.”
“Hmm.We’ll start like I did…at the range.”
We entered the clubhouse, and I had to resist the urge to stop and take everything in.It was like we’d entered a new, mini world.It was light and bright, but in a natural way rather than the harsh way many three-story commercial buildings had.
