Page 21 of Twisted Contract

He scoffs, “No, Trouble. The doc wanted a urine sample, but you wouldn’t stay awake. I’ll be in my office. It’s downstairs and to the left.” He leaves the room and closes the door. I really know how to push my luck with him, but I’m not sure how to act around him. He makes me want to stand strong, and then the next second I want to fall at his feet and do as he commands.

I look around and see that it’s definitely a masculine room, and then I remember a bit more of last night. We laid in bed together. He wrapped his arms around me. The feel of his muscles coiled around my abdomen warm me back up, and I nearly doze back to sleep as the memories flood me.

“Watch over her,” someone else said.

“I will.”I remember him coming back and lying back down in bed.I curled up in his arms, and he held me tight to his chest.

I looked up at him and said, “What would you say if I wanted my father dead?”

He tilted his head down and said, “I’d say ask me again in the morning. Then we can strike a deal. Now goto sleep.”

“Okay,” I muttered sleepily. He chuckled, and I noted that I could fall in love with that sound.

Did I still want that?

I look for my phone and find my purse, which Connor was sweet enough to leave on the nightstand. I didn’t even know I had brought it back with me.

I pull out my phone, and there are ten missed calls from my father and Nick, combined with a few texts.

Yes. I do. My father tried to have me killed more than once and is trying to force me to marry a cheating bastard, and all he cares about is his reputation.

I walk downstairs to his office in just his shirt and my panties, feeling exposed. Thankfully, there was no one around to see me half-naked. “Please come in.”

“Now, to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asks, clasping his hands together, steepling his fingers like the menacing criminal he is. The sensual mobster stares at me and I almostlose my nerve, but I can’t just walk out the front door like this. A part of me wonders if he did it on purpose.

“I don’t have any clothes except for this.” I looked down at the shirt of his I’m wearing that barely covers my panties. I watched the way his eyes appreciate my figure, and I’m so glad that his shirt reaches past my ass because my undies are soaked. Not that he didn’t get a good visual yesterday, but I doubt that was attractive. “And you kind of ripped my dress last night.”

He has the nerve to give me a smile filled with pride. “Oh, you remember that?”

“No, I tried to put it on this morning.”

“Actually, it’s this afternoon.”

“Semantics. Anyway, I need to go home, but I have a problem. I’m kind of half-naked.” He purses his lips and puffs his cheeks for a moment before blowing out the air.

“Well, I can ask my brother to have Nora bring over some clothes for you. I think you guys are close to the same size.”

“I would say that too. She’s a little bit shorter, but I think it would be okay. Thanks for everything.” I rock back and forth on my bare heels.

“Is that all?” I bite my lip, thinking about the call with my father and his veiled threat, and the words just come out.

“Actually, do you remember what I said to you last night?”

“Which thing?”

“I want my father dead.”

A smirk spreads over his face. “I do remember, but I don’t believe you. Everything I know about you, everything I see, screams a sweet, good girl.”

I narrow my eyes at him and stalk toward his desk, ready to bite him, but I just keep my hands down at my sides and grit out, “What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Oh, that’s right—you don’t like that.”

“They call me that.”

Suddenly he becomes pensive. Then, he’s on his feet, coming around the desk, his strong, tall frame standing directly in front of me, his hand sliding over my shoulder. “I have to ask you something, and I want an honest answer from you. Did your father touch you? I mean sexually.”

“God, no,” I gasp, shaking my head.

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