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“A nightmare, truth be told.” I lie, feeling like a dick for doing it.
While she really tested my patience and drove me nuts most of the time, we have chemistry. I can’t deny it.
Plus, from what I gathered and what she told me, her life has never been hers. That’s sure to make a person feel bitter and twisted.
“Nice piece of ass, though,” Fynn goes on. “I bet you’d like to poke the bear, big brother. You like challenging women who test your patience.”
“Fuck off,” I bark at him. “No one is poking anything except me shoving my fist down your throat.”
“Ooh, testy.” Fynn laughs. “You seem uptight.”
“Fuck off.”
“You look as white as a sheet,” Dante adds with a frown. “Are you coming down with something?”
Yes. I need to fuck Katiya again.
I flip him the bird.
Fynn shakes his head. “He’s sexually frustrated, that’s what it is.”
I roll my eyes.
“This is what happens when you’re hauled up indoors all day babysitting a princess,” Dante quips, like he really knows. “You have no time to play.”
“I’ve actually been working my ass off all week,” I state matter-of-factly. “It was one disaster after the other at the casino. Thank you both for asking and for your help.”
“Hey, I’m coming with you tomorrow,” Dante says. “We need to go over those plans for the new apartment block and the development I was telling you about that’s up for sublease.”
We acquired some land while this hostage situation was going down, and the council permits took forever to get planning permission to build some boutique apartments. I’ll be putting Dante in charge of that little baby, because I have enough going on with the casino, and once it opens, I’ll be heavily focused there for some time.
“Fine, as long as Helena knows about it so she can clear my schedule if need be.”
“I have to book an appointment to speak to you these days.” He laughs his ass off.
I give him a pointed look.
“Wait, your assistant?” Fynn quips, “Is she the hot one with legs up to her armpits?”
I eye him with a shake of the head. “Helena is around Ma’s fucking age, Fynn. Get your head out of the gutter.”
Fynn is entirely unperturbed by this news. “Sophia Lauren is way older than that, and I’d still fucking go there.”
“You’re sick,” I say to him. “Do you know that?”
Rocco’s chest heaves with laughter as he shakes his head.
“I think he means Georgie,” Dante offers.
“Well, sure, if you like the clumsy type who spills coffee all over you because she can’t walk in ridiculous heels properly,” I mutter, still hoping my dry cleaner can sort that shit out.
“I stand by what I said,” Fynn says.
Rocco clears his throat as we all look up.
Katiya is standing in the doorway holding my duffel bag and a couple of Macy's shopping bags.
“All ready to go,” she says, staring directly at me.
