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See, Kennedy, you have nothing to worry about. He’s probably looking for light conversation. And answers on Quinn’s whereabouts.

I sank onto the bed, peering at the silver beaded mini dress.

He was still a man, and he’d fuck me if given the opportunity. Smiling was off limits. No more eye contact either. There was absolutely no chance I’d fuck Franco DeLuca.










CHAPTER THREE

FRANCO

My feet carried me as fast as they could go down the wide staircase. “I think she’s made it her mission to piss me off any time she can.”

Saro and Bonnie fell in step with me in silence.

“Franco, this is your own doing. You don’t date women. You just fuck them in hotel rooms. When was the last time you stared a woman in the eyes?” Bonnie asked.

“I only looked into her eyes because she wouldn’t...”

“Give you what you wanted,” Saro finished for me.

That wasn’t what I was going to say. She wouldn’t budge at the restaurant. I figured smiling at her might crack her tough shell.

Nothing could crack that woman.

“When Kennedy removed the glass from your hair earlier, I thought you’d demand she stop,” Saro said.

“But you didn’t. That was when I knew you liked her.”

“Saro, I don’t like her. Maybe I like that she stands up to me.”

My cock was hard as a rock.

I took two cold showers. One before I left for my afternoon meeting. And one when I returned. The entire time I was at the meeting, I wondered how she was adjusting to her wing of the house. I knew why I put her on that side of the house. Keeping my distance was easier. When Saro told me she was taking a bath, I realized I’d have to have a conversation with her stubborn ass.

Not raking my eyes over her naked body while she clung to the side of the porcelain tub was truly a test of strength. I wanted Kennedy to know I wasn’t a disgusting man who only wanted to fuck her. Wait, what was I saying? I didn’t desire her.

Then why did you take two cold showers?

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