Page 54 of Peyton's Price

“What the hell are you doing?” Bryce yelled.

It should have been obvious, but there was a chance Bryce’s parents were cousins. “I’m fulfilling a threat,” Liam said helpfully.

“Put me down!”

“Okay.” He obliged, lowering his arm.

“Not in the water, you crazy shit,” Bryce shouted after the tips of his thousand-dollar Italian wingbacks broke the surface of the water.

“Are you going to leave? Because my arm is getting tired,” Liam said.

“Fine. But I’m only going as far as my car. I’m calling Matthias Raske, and he’s gonna…”

“He’s going to what?” Liam asked, setting the other man on solid wood.

Bryce shook out his jacket by the lapels “He’ll dosomething.”

Huffing, the man stalked in the direction of the parking lot. He whirled around when he was a safe distance away. “You always were an asshole, Tyler!”

Liam only smirked before facing the covered slipway leading up to theOrmen Lange’sdeck.

Don’t run inside.In his experience, people didn’t respond well to a man of his size barreling in their direction.

Liam was halfway up the ramp when Matthias appeared on the other end. “It took you long enough.”

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“She’s not goingto be happy to see you,” Matthias warned.

That was the understatement of the year. Liam peeked out of the blinds out to the deck where Peyton was reportedly getting a massage. “Is she almost done?”

“I have no idea.” Matthias glanced at his watch. “Depends on how long she can take Ha-eun’s tender treatment.”

Liam spun around, aghast. “You’re not letting that pervert touch her, are you?”

“Peyton seems to find it…stimulating. If she didn’t, I doubt she’d be going back for seconds.”

Unacceptable. “No way. If this is going to work, you and I are the only ones who can touch her.”

“Isn’t that up to Peyton?”

Liam glared at Matthias. “Yes,” he spit out from behind gritted teeth.

“She’s going to put up a fight, you know. She’s incredibly angry with you.”

“Has she been talking about me?” If Liam was on her mind, it couldn’t be all bad.

“Actually, she hasn’t mentioned you at all.”

Liam’s shoulders dropped. After a moment, Matthias took pity on him. “I’ll reassign Ha-eun. She won’t enjoy the transfer to theShasince my aunt never invites anyone less than sixty to her outings, but I’ll soften it with a pay bump. Peyton can get her massages from Newberg.”

“Newberg’s the gay one, right?” It was hard keeping track of Matthias’ staff, but he’d made the effort to get to know them when he’d spent a lot of time on the boat a few years back.

“I believe so, but you don’t have to worry about him hitting on you. You’re not his type.”

Liam snorted, standing on his tiptoes in search of Peyton, but the deck at the prow was too spacious. From here, all that was visible was an expanse of well-scrubbed hardwood. “Well, you better not be his type either. You know I won’t fucking share you with anyone but her, either.”

Matthias watched him with an inscrutable expression. Liam reached out, taking the man’s arm. “Peyton’s not the only reason I’m here. If she were with anyone else contemplating a threesome, I wouldn’t have come.”

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