The urge to kiss her is unbearable. That’s the effect her threats have on me.
“Working on your retaliation?” I tilt my head like it would let me see more of her, and Summer catches that.
She lowers the phone, letting me find her fully clothed, with jeans and a cute “Duck it!” T-shirt on, before lifting it back to her face.
“Get back and you’ll see. Where did you run off anyway?”
“New York. Next time I’m taking you without asking.”
“Have you decided to branch out?”
What the hell does she know about my business?
Summer sits upright, taking a water bottle from the nightstand, and my cock stirs at the sight of her lips wrapped around the neck. I struggle to shake carnal thoughts off, but the way she looks at me when she puts it down, a devilish smirk on her lips... She did this on purpose, to elicit that reaction in me.
“What do you know about that?” I pull myself together and ask.
“I know Paolo Villarte is ripping you off with those extra five percent. The last art critic did what was asked of him because your guyscrewed him,literally, and didn’t give him a single penny.”
How was she able to obtain information about Villarte? One even I wasn’t aware of.
I let my head drop for a moment to hide my smile. This really ismygirl!
“Cat got your tongue, baby?”
“A Succubus did.”
She lies on one side, propping herself on an elbow.
“You seem to know a lot about what I do.”
“Maybe. But I’m not giving you any advice, though I do have a few that would highly improve both your efficiency and income.”
“You will,eventually.”
“Doubtful.”
Oh, she’s so smug.
“One contact—Eli. You’re with me now. His texts have no place on your phone.”
She sits upright in her bed, anger twisting her perfect features.
“You’ve invaded my privacy!”
I’m not apologizing for that!
“I invaded your pussy, and you loved it.”
“I fucking hate you,” she snaps.
“No, you don’t. Are the messages still there?”
I’m crossing a line. The warning is all over her face, but I don’t care. I need to know she erased him.
“You jealous prick! Not that it’s any of your business, but they are, and they are not going anywhere.”
“Why? You haven’t answered him. You don’t want him. And he doesn’t even deserve you.”
