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How long have I been staring at my computer? All I know is that my glass is now empty. There is a knock on the front door.
I don’t need to stand to know it’s her. Now I just have to wait for Martha to show her to my office.
“Where is he?” I hear her scream.
Feisty. I wasn’t expecting that.
“If you could please calm down, I’ll show you to Mr. Aldridge—”
My door flies open.
Payton Hart storms into the room like a tornado.
Wild and unpredictable.
Her eyes are wide. I allow myself to watch her. Stare, really.
This is the first time my anger has subsided enough for me to really look at her.
She’s fucking magnificent.
If she were anyone else, I would allow myself the brief distraction from my work to fuck her right here on the desk.
But she’s not someone else. She’s a means to an end.
A final “fuck you” to my dad.
But nothing, not even her pert-as-fuck tits, can distract me from that fact.
What was so perfect about them that he’d sell my sister like an object?
“Payton.” I fill my glass halfway and raise it to her in greeting. “How nice of you to visit me. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Are you kidding me right now?” she fires back. Her back is ramrod straight, and her hands rest on her hips.
A warm heat begins to spread inside me. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.
Excitement.
I’m excited to ruin this girl’s privilege, built on my family’s pain. Crushing her every dream is a fantastic aphrodisiac.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” she hisses at me. Her tone only makes me smile wider.
“Just you. Why? Is something wrong?”
Her hand drops, and she begins to cross the space that separates us. Her sneakers slap the hardwood floor with purpose. When she is standing directly in front of my desk, she stops.
“Why did you do it? What did I ever do to you?”
“You are going to have to be more specific.” I settle my features, making my face serious as if I have no clue why she’s pissed.
Her lips pucker. She is ready to burst. This is not just normal pissed. She is ready to blow.
I can’t wait.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” I lift my hand and gesture to the empty chair beside her. “It seems like you had a rough day.”
