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Genuine surprise lurches in my chest. He really thinks I’d stoop to those levels?
Okay, maybe the younger, brattier me would have, but not the thirty-year-old who should know better. Maybe I do have daddy issues, but I’m not about to tell him that. He got me off in record time, and he’s sexy as fuck. If that makes me some kind of weirdo then maybe I deserve to be punished too.
“I’d never do that.” There’s hurt in my tone. “I was lost in the moment. I couldn’t see through the haze of want, Alistair. You made me feel good. Powerful. I know you felt it too.”
“Yes, I felt it because I didn’t know you were my ex-stepdaughter.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “Oh, so now I’m your ex-stepdaughter. This just gets better.”
“Let me take you home.”
I snort. “I don’t want you anywhere near my place.” And not for the reasons he thinks. I’m embarrassed about where I live, truth be told. I don’t like having to live in a rough-neck area, especially coming home late after my shift. I’ve never been a scaredy-cat kinda girl, but you can’t be too careful in any neighbourhood.
“Tell me where you live or so help me…”
“You’ll what?” I challenge.
He moves closer again, so close I can see the veins in his forehead about to pop. “I’ll fucking put you over my knee, Princess.”
This is the part where I should slap him.
Tell him he’s wrong. Disgusting. Depraved.
But I do none of those things because I can’t think of anything more fuck worthy than being put over Alistair Devereaux’s knee. Does that make me a martyr?
Why am I acting this way when I genuinely hate this man? Okay, I don’t really hate him — I don’t hate anyone — but I dislike the position he left me in. Despite his protests, I’m not stupid. I know money talks. I know he could have fought for me if he’d really wanted, and my grandma would’ve eventually given in. She could’ve been bribed with the right sort of money.
But he didn’t. And that’s why I’m mad.
I don’t back down. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Alistair?”
He swallows hard as I hold his stare. “You tricked me into doing what I did. Any normal person would’ve shoved me off and slapped me across the face. Let me ask you something, Princess. Did you get your money’s worth?”
“Any normal person?” I throw back at him. “What, like you know any normal people?”
“I’m not discussing this here. It’s my parents’ home, and we need to go.”
He gestures to the door. The bastard really is kicking me out.
“You think they’ll disown you if they knew the truth?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
I can’t tell him the truth about home. That I’m late on my rent because I was short this week. If I go home, I’ll suffer the barrage from my roommates and I can’t have that. Not tonight. I was hoping to get the money through by tomorrow and we’d be sweet.
But now that’s probably not going to happen.
This was a stupid fucking idea anyway.
“Yes it does because I don’t like being accused of being a liar. I won’t say anything. But I want to hear the truth from you. I deserve it.”
“I’m not talking about that here, I told you that.” He’s impatient to be gone.
“Not about that witch,” I stammer. “About being attracted to me. You wanted me, Alistair, before you found out who I really was. Admit it.”
His dark, grey eyes leave mine to the shadows in the dark.
I know this man has demons. What that is exactly, I don’t know, but now I’m determined to find out.
