Page 17 of Nothing to Deny

“He’s not the only one,” she said. “Would this be easier with Duncan?”

“The view is better with you,” he said and tried to dip lower again.

Giving him a harder push, she slid out from between him and the wall. “Scott,” she said. “Please, you’re not making this easier… You promised you wouldn’t be like this anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s easy to say until I have to look at you. Shit, Frey, you know how it tears me apart? How it rips at me to know what I did to you?” Coming closer, he bobbed his chin in the direction of the room. “You got here in a hurry. Who’s the guy?”

Shaking her head slowly, dread sped her blood. “The kid’s brother. No one,” she said. “He’s no one important.”

The last thing she needed was Chapman’s attention in all the wrong places.

“And this kid is one of yours.” He scanned her outfit. “You weren’t lying around your apartment in that… Where were you?”

That question, for sure, wasn’t professional. Rather than address that, she went for obtuse.

“Am I under suspicion? I don’t have to break into Monument sites. Why would I steal from Monument?”

“Why would anyone steal from Monument?” Chapman asked. “Did you get a call about the break in or the kid? You’re not top of the Monument phone tree.”

“No, I’m not,” she said. “I’m here to help Presley.”

Narrowing an eye, he closed in. “Who, if the report I got was right, has insurance and no recent injuries… I’m going to ask you again, Angel, and try not to lie to me this time… Who’s the guy?”

“The guy is his brother,” she said, lifting her hand out of his reach when he tried to touch her again.

“Are you sleeping with him?”

Glancing at her outfit, she opened her arms. “I wasn’t lying around his apartment in this either, was I?”

“What you wearing under it?”

This was why she couldn’t stand to be in Scott Chapman’s company for more than two or three minutes, it always got personal… too personal.

“That stopped being your business a long time ago,” she said, keeping her voice low because they were still just outside Presley’s room.

“And if I go in there and ask him… what will he say?”

“I imagine he’ll tell you to go suck eggs.”

Chapman snickered. “No one says that, Frey… You’ve gotta get out more.”

“Coming from the man who just accused me of being out,” she said, folding her arms. “You know, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be on this, if you’re going to be like… this.”

“Hey, if the kid did nothing wrong, he’s got nothing to worry about… And his brother…”

“What about his brother?” she asked. “His brother definitely didn’t do anything wrong. And for your report I should tell you, Monument won’t be pressing charges against Presley.”

“What about payment for damages? There’s criminal damage, vandalism—”

“He’s alive, that’s all we care about,” she said. “We’ll absorb the cost.”

He sneered. “Just the price of doing business.” She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of responding. “You’ve really got to look at a guy if his brother starts fucking with you the minute you start fucking him… Kids usually love you, what did you do to this one? Or maybe the brother sent the kid out there? Truman started on him already?”

“You need to pay less attention to my love life.”

His brows rose. “Love? Really… And here I thought you only used guys for sex.”

“Right,” she said, nodding, fired by outrage. Who did this guy think he was? “That’s right. Sex. Mm hmm. I’m using him for sex… It’s good sex too. Maybe the best… definitely better than it was with you.” The sound of him grinding his teeth fired her up, yeah, good, let him get pissed off, his mood wouldn’tshrink her infuriation. “Yes, you know what he’s really good at? Doing me hard and fast all night long. All damn night. Without any of that sweet nothings bullshit. All he’s interested in is sticking his cock in me as often as possible. That’s it. All I am to him is a pussy to pump any time he can bend me over and make me take it.” Landing her eyes on his, she didn’t restrain her venom. “And, boy, do I love to take it.”

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