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“Did you even like him?”
She flushed and glanced away. “If you met my parents, you’d know there were expectations I was supposed to meet. I met them growing up because if I didn’t, they did something like ship me to boarding school.”
I clenched my jaw and stayed quiet. Remembered Bridget’s story about the show chickens.
“After college, I broke up with Cheney. I was back in town full time and couldn’t avoid him. I didn’twantanything to do with him. I started Steaming Hotties using some money from a trust fund left to me by my grandparents.”
She shifted and took off her sweater. Her long hair swung over her back as she dropped it on her empty seat. Yeah, it was getting warm on the plane.
I frowned, trying not to get distracted by the way her Steaming Hotties t-shirt stretched across her perfect tits. “Did you use it all?”
She shook her head.
“Then why did you apply for the James Corp loan?”
“Because I can’t touch it until I’m thirty without permission of the executor. My father.”
“He refused more money, I’m guessing.”
She played with the frayed edges of the hole in the knee of her jeans. I liked the sexy peek at her bare skin.
“He told me I’d had my fun and it was time to close up my little shop and return home and marry Cheney.”
I frowned. “Return home? I thought they lived in town.”
With ease, she toed off one boot, then the other. They thumped on the carpeted floor.
“They do. Up by the resort. I was supposed to marry Cheney, head charitable functions, and push out a few kids.”
I was all for a few kids, but it sounded like they wanted a Stepford Wife.
“I refused, obviously. I’d been broken up from Cheney for a while at that point and none of them accepted my decision. My father shifted the executorship to Cheney.”
I was a businessman, not an estate lawyer, yet I knew this wasn’t normal. “What? Why would he do that?”
It made no sense. Her father had her by the proverbial balls himself. Why relinquish that control besides just being a dick? What father put his daughter’s ex-boyfriend in charge of her trust fund?
“Cheney told me I wasn’t getting any more money from my trust and that I was to come back and marry him.”
“So you married me instead. He can’t be your husband if I already am.”
Her fingers went to the hem of her t-shirt and slid it up her body, baring a delectable inch of her creamy skin at a time. I reached out and stilled her hands–like a moron–before she got it overhead, although her bra-covered breasts were exposed. I couldn’t miss her hard nipples through the thin material.
“Um, what are you doing?”
She glanced my way, gave me that sly smile I remembered from the cam room. “You said we were going to fuck.”
“Yeah, but not until after we talk about your ex.”
“Okay, I’m just getting ready then.”
My dick went from semi to rock hard in two seconds flat. I was practically dizzy from it and my fingers itched to touch her. My mouth salivated to taste her.
She didn’t care that the flight attendant might make an appearance.
“Fuck, kitten.”
“The answer to your question is yes.”
