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“Rose, dear, my sisters Charlotte and Olivia are waiting in the limo. Why don’t you join them? They’re looking forward to meeting you. You ladies head to the opera and just send the limo back for your sister and me. We need to have a word before we join you.”
There wasn’t even a hint of the white-hot rage I felt in my voice, a skill I had spent years perfecting.
Still, Rose looked at me for a moment, a little unsure, then at her sister.
I glared darkly at Amelia in a way that promised a more severe punishment if she didn’t do as she was told. Her eyes widened slightly, and I knew she understood.
“It’s okay.” Amelia nodded at her sister. “We’ll join you at the opera soon.”
“Okay, well, hurry. Mother will be livid if you are late,” she said, eyeing me warily.
“Your mother will be fine if we are a few moments late, as it seems Amelia forgot the rest of her dress.” I leaned over and stage-whispered like it was a joke. “As soon as she changes into something more fitting, we will be there.”
I gave Rose a gentle smile, and she nodded and smiled back before she looked at Amelia.
“I told you so.” Rose stuck out her tongue.
“You told her what?” I asked.
“That her dress, while pretty, wasn’t appropriate and was a size too small.” Rose laughed.
“I think she looks lovely,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I just need to have a word with my future wife.”
Leaning down to whisper in her ear like I was going to let her in on a secret, I murmured, “I actually just want a moment alone with your sister to tell her how amazing I think she looks. Please don’t tell your mother we were unsupervised for a few minutes.”
“It’s our little secret.” She giggled and looked at me like I was a cute little schoolboy with a crush, not the big bad wolf here to devour her sister.
Good.
Let her think I was harmless as she headed out to the limo.
The second the door closed behind her, Amelia took a few steps backward.
She wasn’t as confident now. Her green eyes dilated as they shifted around looking for something, someone, who could help her.
There was nothing and no one. She was trapped, and she knew it.
With each step she moved back, I took one forward, maintaining the distance between us.
“What the fuck do you think you are wearing?” I seethed.
“A Vera Wang gown.” Her voice was steady, even if she was not.
She wobbled on her heels, having to reach out to the banister to keep herself upright. The top of that dress was so revealing her tits visibly jiggled as she righted herself.
Good, I wanted her off balance.
“That is not a dress that one wears in public unless they charge by the hour.”
“Didn’t you just say it looked pretty?” She clenched her jaw.
“You look beautiful, but entirely inappropriate. Take off that dress or I will rip it from you,” I demanded.
My heart pounded, and I cracked my knuckles as I moved closer. I would never hit a woman out of anger. Striking her ass out of a need for discipline that led to mutual pleasure, though, was different, and something I reveled in.
But she didn’t know yet what kind of man I was.
She’d had a taste, but she didn’t know where my limits were. I was so angry right now, I wasn’t sure if I knew where they were at the moment, either.
