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I scoff. ‘Well, when you’ve grown up in a house where your father believes a girl’s place is in the home, it’s easy to lose sight of that. To my father, I was too masculine, too driven, too clever. But Nathan, he saw me as an equal.’
‘Anequal?’ He scowls at me. ‘You bowed down to him.’
‘No, it wasn’t like that. I... I liked making him happy, I learnt from him. I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for him.’
‘I think you give him too much credit.’
‘And you don’t give him enough,’ I say sharply, and bite my lip, look away. Because I don’t want to argue with him over Nathan. I’ve done enough battling it out with my sister over the years, her conviction that I saw Nathan as a father substitute making my skin crawl even now.
‘I don’t know, Olivia. It seems to me that you were craving the attention your father never gave you.’
‘Jesus!’My eyes snap to his, so many thoughts, so much emotion rolling through me in waves. How could he? How could heandFee?
But then, are they not right? Don’t you know that deep down? Isn’t that why it affects you so much?
I shake my head.No.
‘Just because he was so much older than me doesn’t mean I loved him out of some weird daddy complex.’
‘I didn’t say—’
‘Look, are you really going to do the whole counselling thing again?’ I say quietly. ‘Because, if so, I can just call a taxi and find my own way home.’
‘No. I don’t want you to go. I’m just trying to understand, that’s all.’
‘Understandwhat, exactly?’
He’s moving now, walking around his car, and I’m a prisoner to that look in his eye, and it’s not understanding or compassion or anything close. It’s dark, dangerous...
‘Why a woman who fought so hard to dominate her late husband in the bedroom demanded that I dominate her instead.’
My laugh catches. ‘I didn’t demand...’
‘No?’ His hand snakes around my ponytail and my insides twist up with heat; he steps so close my breasts come up against his jacket.
‘You’re just trying to distract me from my anger.’
He tugs gently and my head pulls back; his eyes burn down into mine. ‘Are you really angry with me?’
No, I’m not. I’m hot for him, but this...
‘I won’t change.’ I wet my lips, stare up into his eyes with all the defiance I can muster. ‘Not for anyone.’
‘Good.’
And then his head bows, his lips crushing mine. I let my bag fall, fork my fingers through his hair and kiss him just as hard, every ounce of defiance burning up in the kiss. I feel like I’ve been starved of him since Thursday night, Friday morning, everything about me craving this—his kiss, his touch, his scent on my skin.
‘This dress has teased me from the second I picked you up.’ He brushes the words against my lips as his hand falls to the sedate hem of my dress, dragging it up. ‘It’s pristine white, so innocent and angelic. But you’re none of that.’
My clit pulses with his words, my moans begging for more. More filth from his mouth, more dominance in his stance, his hold.
I want him to dominate me because he’s different, because I am his true equal. He makes me feel all that and more.
‘I don’t want to change you, Little Kitten, but I will punish you for teasing me.’
I inhale sharply, the pang in my clit so acute as I tear my mouth away to eye him.
‘Turn around.’ His command is gruff. But we can’t do this here, in his basement car park. Yes, his bay is enclosed but there are cameras. Surely.
