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Her eyes dart to Greg, who she beckons with a curling index finger. She whispers into his ear before he grabs the file, his eyes scanning the contents.
“So, okay, audition time.Jamie…” He starts, clearing his throat as I murder him with my eyes for being that close to her and fucking breathing the air around her. “What college you go to?”
“NYU,” she replies with a sing song lilt to her sexy voice. It sounds natural. “I’m studying art history.Despitemy father’s reluctance, because, as he says, ‘hobbies don’t pay the bills, Jamie. Hobbies don’t pay the bills’.” She lowers her voice, her hands in little fists on her hips, imitating me with a furrow in her brow and it makes my chest tight and my mouth water knowing I’m on her mind.
I take over before Greg can jump back in. “My daughter wouldn’t have to worry about paying the bills.”
I shoot her POS real father a look and he gets super fucking interested in those cheap ass knock off man-slippers he’s wearing again.
Her gaze flicks to me with a hint of irritation and I love the challenge and dangerous fire in those café-mocha-colored eyes. I don’t remember how long it’s been since I felt fear, but I’m overtaken by a dark wave of it right now.
Fear of me waking up and realizing this was all a dream.
Fear that something would ever happen to her.
Fear that she will disappear, and I spend the rest of my life dismantling the Earth trying to find her.
She crosses her ankles as she leans forward, challenging me with the next move in our little game. “But of course. Above all else, my father just wants me to be happy.”
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make you happy.” I lean forward as well, my forearms on my spread knees as the throbbing in my balls doubles and my cock damn near splits the crotch seam on my Kiton suit pants. “I’ll give you things you didn’t even know you wanted. Then, make sure you say please and thank you.”
Denny splutters. “Now just hold on, that doesn’t sound—”
“My father and I have always been usually close,” Hannah says, adding a sweet, melodic laugh. “Makes some people uncomfortable. Although, I admit, I have gotten painfully jealous in the past when he’s been out with any other women. I like to be the only woman in Daddy’s life.”
Then, she winks.
She fuckingwinksat me after calling me Daddy and the world stops spinning as I battle back the load that wants to release from my painfully heavy balls. If I hadn’t been sold before, I am now. I’m ready to turn this whole charade on its ass and just take her to the little white chapel and marry her right fucking now.
I clear my throat, giving up on controlling my hard-on. “You have the job. I’ll text Greg the rest of the instructions.” I turn to Denny. “When I pick her up, you get the first twenty. When it’s done, you’ll get the rest.”
I need to get out of here, get some air, and remember that she’s just my daughter forthe weekend. All those fantasies of white chapels and baby-bumps need to be washed away in an ice-cold shower back at my room.
Even if things were different, it still wouldn’t be right to get involved with her. I’ve got too much history with too many fucking bad people. If the wrong person took note that I cared about someone else?
Dangerous at best. She deserves to be more than potential leverage for the kind of people I’ve spent my life fucking with.
I’m two steps from the door when I pass the bottom of the narrow stairs and catch sight of another girl frozen mid-step, staring at me.
“Oh, you must be Eagle,” she says, forcing a broad smile, flipping her sleek, straight tarnished copper penny hair over her shoulder. She’s taller than Hannah by several inches, and she doesn’t have those gorgeous freckles. The seventy-six I’ve counted so far are fucking perfect, but there’s enough of a likeness to this girl that I make the easy connection it’s her sister from the photograph.
I don’t even care about the mistake with my name. I never liked that nickname anyway and I need to get out of here. “Yeah, I’m Eagle,” I grumble, checking there are no dogs about to run out before I open the door into the blazing Vegas heat.
From over my shoulder, she says, “I’m Brigid. Are you leaving? Did I get the part?”
And with that, I’m gone.
chapterfour
Hannah
We’ve been drivinga half-hour in the blazing midday sun and I’ve spent the whole time thinking how Dietrich would look with his clothes off.
Which is probably ironic, given that he phoned Greg minutes after he left yesterday and demanded my exact measurements. Mynakedmeasurements, to be specific.
I’ve never taken them before andHawkwanted every. Single. One.
My skin was on fire as I twisted the measuring tape around my body, imagining it was Dietrich tying me up.
