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“Really? You think tossing me over your shoulder and walking out with me is the way to handle it? Instead of … I don’t know … beingnice?” I said. “It’s not so hard. You were real nice in your bed this morning.”
Blaise took another step, towering over me. “If that’s an invitation to fuck you right here, then I’ll take it, but it’s gonna be hard, and it’s gonna hurt.”
I swallowed, wishing that his sex threats didn’t turn me on. I had a point to make. I did not need to be controlled by sex.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” I replied.
He smirked then, and although it was arrogant, it still softened the anger in his brow. “Let’s go,” he said in a somewhat-softer tone this time.
“You came in here angry. Why?” I wasn’t going to leave with him until he clarified some things.
“Your lunch with Saxon,” he replied.
“We had sex, and now, I can’t have lunch with my friend?” I asked as I stood up.
Blaise shoved his left hand into my hair and grabbed it, then jerked my head back. “You have questions? Talk to me.” He lowered his head and ran the tip of his nose up my neck.
I was not going to get distracted. I was not.
“Saxon asked me questions first,” I said.
“He won’t again,” Blaise replied, then eased his hold on my hair.
“Why is he scared of you?” I asked him, not taking my eyes off his face. I was looking for anything in his expression that would confirm what I was asking.
“I’m older, bigger.” He moved his hand from my hair to trace my jawline with his fingers.
“It’s more than that, Blaise,” I pushed.
He shrugged. “The racing business is what defines his family, just like mine. Moses Mile needs the Hughes Farm. We are powerful. It will be mine one day.” He said this as if it made complete sense.
“And Trev’s,” I added.
He shook his head slowly while he continued to run his fingertip along my bare skin. “No. Just mine. There can only be one boss,” he replied. “Trev was never the one. He’s too soft.”
Boss. That was what Melanie had called him. She’d been referring to Hughes Farm. That made sense. If Garrett was handing it over to Blaise, then the Houstons didn’t want to make an enemy. Especially over a girl they had just brought into their home.
I sighed, feeling like an idiot. My head had gone in so many directions today, and I blamed my stupid eavesdropping for it all. I should have minded my own business.
“Okay,” I said. “We can go.”
Blaise didn’t move as he ran his fingers over the cleavage the halter top showed. “I like this top,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet mine.
I felt a blush warm my neck and face. I’d worn it, hoping he would. “Thanks.”
His hand slid down my stomach and then between my legs. “Not a fan of the shorts. They’re in my way.”
I smiled then and stepped around him. “Sometimes, you have to work for it. You can’t just take what you want, when you want it.”
I went to pick up the bag he’d dropped.
“Keep talking to me like that, and I’m going to spank your bare ass when I get you home,” he warned.
The idea of being hit should make me cringe. It should. But thinking about Blaise doing it only made me squirm.
“We need to leave,” Blaise said as he headed for the door, taking my bag from me on the way.
I walked out as he held it open.
