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“They don’t like her. She’s stealing products there too.”
“Let’s not talk about this anymore. Especially not tonight. I’ll talk to her.”
I followed her back to the party where I saw a girl I hadn’t met before all over Carson.
Although I wanted to crash that flirty interaction, I noticed Manon chatting to a younger man, almost pinning herself against him.
Stepping in between them, I turned to Manon. “Can I have a word?”
“I’m kinda busy.” She pulled her smarmy “fuck you” look.
“Now.” Pissed off, I eyeballed her.
She’d messed up my night. Okay, not deliberately. Even so, by now, Carson and I could have been lying naked on my bed, getting sweaty.
She rolled her eyes and then followed me into the bathroom.
“So, am I wearing something of yours again?” Her whiny little voice made me want to slap her.
“I heard you talking to Crisp out there.”
“You shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.” She leaned into the mirror and touched up her eye makeup with her finger.
“He’s known to be rough.”
“Mm… that sounds like you’ve been there. Are you jealous?”
Out of frustration, I puffed. “Look, Manon, I’m this close to reporting you. Clarice knows that you’re stealing products. Ethan’s turning a blind eye because of Mother.”
“So what? He can afford it.” She ran her fingers down her long, dark, waist-length hair.
There was no doubt that Manon was a stunner with that slender body and large chest. Her almond eyes went from doe-eyed and seductive when on the hunt to cold and hard, just like her mother’s, whenever confronted.
“I’m just trying to warn you about Crisp.”
She pulled a dark smile. “I don’t mind men treating me rough. My father used to hit me all the time. I kind of liked it. It meant he cared.”
I shook my head in horror. She was seriously damaged.
Father? Or did she mean stepfather? There was a lot about this girl we had to learn, it seemed.
“Then you’re in for a hard life. There are men out there that don’t just stop at hitting.”
She pushed me out of her way. “Thanks for the boring aunty talk. But I can look after myself. I wasn’t born with a crapload of money and he’s promised me two million pounds. My mother tried to sell me last year, but I didn’t like the guy. He stank. So I ran away.”
I left it there. I washed my hands of Manon. She was as twisted and jaded as her mother. And that absent father of hers sounded like a violent pig.
I stepped outside and looked for Carson.
That steamy scene by the pool, and how he’d pressed his enormous bulge against me, dry-fucking me while crushing my lips with his hot, hungry mouth, proved he felt something for me.
Chapter 8
Carson
Colletteleanedclose,drowningme in heavy perfume. “Why don’t we have a dance? I like this song.”
Even my third beer couldn’t help wipe Savanah and that kiss from my mind and dick. If I could wind back the clock, I would take it back to that hot smooch.
