Page 22 of The Right Woman

“What in the actual fuck, Adon?!”

The woman who drove stands up on the other side of the car, her eyes wide and afraid. “Do you know him?”

Piper crosses her arms and sits back in the seat as I lay out my hand in front of her to take. “Let’s go.”

“What? No way. You’re crazy!”

Squatting to her level, my eyes pierce hers. “I told you to be ready for me any time.Thisisn’t ready for me.”

The driver scoffs as she bends over to give me a death stare. She opens her mouth to protest, but I cut her off.

“And you’renotgoing anywhere with someone else.”

Piper’s dusky bottom lip juts out until I want to bite it. Her chest heaves in her black corset, pushing her tiny breasts up as high as they can go. I can practically see her heart racing as she contemplates what to say. “You’re not mydad.”

It hits me then. Her desperation in the club, the vulnerability she showed me as a stranger…it’s all sorealon her. That openness she tries to hide when she’s so desperate for someone to care for her. It’s there. And others will take advantage of it.

But not me.

“No, but I’m yourdaddyand youwillobey me.” Snagging her tiny hand, I tug on it, but she doesn’t move.

She doesn’t drop my grip either.

So I reach in and gather her up in my arms as she flails while screaming. “Put me down now!” But with all her fight, her little legs snake around my waist willingly, until I know she feels what she’s done to me all night with her teasing.

“Tell the nice lady good night. You don’t want to miss your curfew.”

“Piper, you want me to call someone?” the woman calls out as I walk us toward my truck.

Part of me worries she’ll say yes, but Piper just yells over my shoulder, “I’ll talk to you soon!”

My palm rears back as I spank the shit out of her tiny ass. She yelps as I murmur in her ear, “No, you won’t.”

Chapter

Ten

PIPER

“Where the hellare you taking me?” With the utmost care, I force my voice to sound as irritated as I pretend to feel. Like I’m a sack of potatoes, he tosses me into the cabin of his truck until I squirm against his heated grip on my waist. He leans over my body to trap me in and buckles my seatbelt, his lips resting an inch from mine.

Adon’s never kissed me. That realization makes me wonder if there’s something to it, or if he’s just a man whore who doesn’t even think about such intimate things. Part of me makes it a goal to press my lips to his, so I strain my neck forward.

“Sit tight and don’t move.” He backs away quickly, his gruff words resonating around my insides until I melt into a puddle right on his leather seat. Cleanup will be a bitch. Serves him right for looking at me with those warm chocolate browns he’s got and the twitching muscles underneath his tight-ass navy Henley. And,god, he can fuck right off with those insanely veiny forearms.

I hate him.

The only reason I’ll jump his dick is because he just constructed a huge beaver dam with my prospect for the night.When he slides into the driver’s seat, he gives me a curt look, dark lashes lowering until his gaze catches on my bare legs. He starts toward town and asks, “Where do you live?”

“Main Street. Above the candle shop.” Mainly to myself, I murmur, “It smells good.” His only reply is a nod, and things grow silent between us. We’ve ever really had a conversation, so I wouldn’t have the first idea of what we’d have in common other than a sex club and both of us needing to get off.

My loose, dramatic sigh, along with an eye roll, breaks the quiet. “So. Are youjealousor something?”

His pecs bulge with the quick breath he inhales before he spits it out in an exasperated rumble. “I told you to be available for me. I didn’t know you were fucking other people, too. We have an arrangement.”

Turning to face him in the seat, I grasp at the seatbelt as it catches to pull it off my chest. “Adon, you never made an arrangement with me. You justtoldme to ‘be available.’ Can’t I be available to other people, too? You never even asked my permission.”

A muscle in the back of his jaw twitches, and he stays silent for a moment, as if he’s holding back an eruption of anger. The buildup is so loud, I can’t stand it. It’s like the weather just before a tornado hits, where all the wind is sucked from the earth before twirling into a cyclone of destruction. With a shrug, I reach for his radio to turn it on, but he slaps my hand away and glares at me.

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