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Especially as I was embarrassingly inexperienced.
And by inexperienced, I meant a virgin.
Not that being a virgin was a crime, but I regarded it as such, knowing Wolfe would use this piece of information against me, highlighting how unworldly and ingenuous I was.
Not being a virgin was not really an option in the world I lived in. My parents expected me to stay celibate until my wedding, and I had no problem fulfilling their wish, seeing as I didn’t particularly believe in having sex with someone I didn’t love.
I decided to deal with the issue of my virginity when it was time. If it would ever be time.
I was so focused on my mission—ruining clothes and ties worth many tens of thousands of dollars—that I didn’t even notice the click-click of his loafers as he made his way into his room.
In fact, I only detected his arrival when he stopped outside his bedroom door and answered his phone.
“Keaton.”
Pause.
“He did what?”
Pause.
“I’ll make sure he can’t move an inch in this town without getting raided by the CPD.”
Then he killed the call.
Shit, I inwardly cussed, throwing the shears on the floor and scrambling to run outside.
I slammed an open drawer which contained his watches, knocking something to the floor and running out of the walk-in closet, flinging the double doors of his bedroom open just as he stepped in, still frowning at his phone.
It was the first time I’d seen him since the wedding yesterday. After he’d disappeared with Emily, he came back twenty minutes later to inform me that we were leaving.
The ride back home was silent. I openly texted my cousin Andrea on my phone, something he didn’t seem to care about.
When we got home (this is not your home, Frankie), I retired straight to my room, banging my door shut and locking it for good measure.
I didn’t give him the pleasure of asking him about Emily.
In fact, I didn’t show him that I cared.
At all.
Now, as he stood in front of me, I realized that my reaction toward his fling with Emily didn’t matter or earn me any extra points in our battle.
He did hold all the cards.
I instinctively took a step back, swallowing hard.
His tyrannical cold eyes ran along my body as if I was naked and offering myself to him readily, his lips still pressed in a hard line.
He wore casual mouse gray dress pants today, neglecting the blazer in favor of a white shirt rolled to the elbows.
“Miss me?” he asked flatly, brushing past me and moseying deeper into the room.
I let out a shaky laugh of dread when I realized he might notice the broken facedown framed picture I’d knocked over in my bid to escape and the ruined clothes waiting for him in his closet.
The second his back was to me, I began to tiptoe out of his room.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his back still to me as he poured himself a generous drink at the bar by the window, overlooking the main street. “Scotch?”
