Page 44 of Sold to Her Enemy

10 ADRIAN

In my experience, most women are happy to get all dressed-up for an evening in the town, but the way Mckenna slumps against the door and slowly places her feet in those black heels makes it clear she is only doing this because I ordered her to.

I get that she’s nervous, but the way this designer dress hugs every curve of her gorgeous body? Why wouldn’t she want to show it off?

The simmering anger I have for her rises to the surface.

Fury that she’s flinging what I have given her in my face makes me stalk toward her.

Her eyes widen. She takes a step back and I press my body into hers, caging her against the wall. I place my palm between her breasts, feel her pulse leap under my touch, then slide up to her neck, collaring her with my fingers. I press my thumb against the hollow of her neck.

“Sir!” Her mouth opens in an ‘o’ and a bead of sweat forms on her lips.

“Do you hate me so much that you don’t want to be seen with me?” I squeeze the side of her neck. Her fear turns me right on. My cock throbs hard against my zipper.

“It’s not that,” Mckenna’s eyes flirt over my face, and her gaze settles behind my shoulder. “I…this is…”

“What, Mckenna? Why do you look like I’m taking you to the gallows? You didn’t even enjoy the spa treatments.”

“No, I did.” She frowns.

After we left Veronica’s place, I took her to a spa. She got a facial, a body scrub, and a massage, then her nails and toes were done.

We had lunch, and I kept the conversation light, talking about Detroit versus Boston. I mentioned my logo problems with Colossus Corp and Mckenna listened attentively and for that hour, it felt like we were friends.

After that, she was whisked into the makeup artist’s chair, and then a hairstylist came in and gave her those lovely curls that I wanted to see.

“Then why are you refusing to smile?” I ease up the pressure on her neck.

“I liked them a lot. It’s just…I’m anxious about tonight.” Her verdant meet mine.

My heart gives a lurch because they are filled with sorrow. “Anxious, how?”

She presses her lips together in a thin line. “The media, the crowd, it’s going to be a lot.”

My defenses are crumbling against this woman. There’s a part of me, a stupid part of me, that doesn’t mind.

Because Mckenna Moran was always supposed to be mine.

“Why? I told you I’d take care of the press.” I ease my hand off her neck and trace her ear with my index finger.

“It’s not only the press. It’s going to be crowded and busy tonight. I feel like I am out of practice in this world.”

“Rich people's world,” I bite out.

“High society, elitist world. You know that I never really liked crowded events.”

Oh, I remember how she used to disappear against the wall every chance she got and not join in with Ava and the other girls.

She often got called a snob because she always preferred to have her nose buried in a book instead of being on her phone like my sister’s friends.

“You’re going to have to smile and get through it, Mckenna. I don’t care if you don’t like this. You’re mine for the weekend. I am going to seize this opportunity to finish restoring my reputation. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her tone is so timid. A part of me wants to throw her over my shoulder, march her up to my bed, and have my way with her instead of going out.

But it’s Ava’s big event, and I can’t leave my little sister hanging, even if she doesn’t deserve all this fuss.

I hold the door open for her, and Mckenna steps through.

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