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Absolutely fucking not.
‘Can you remove her?’ I blurted out.
Alfie raised an eyebrow before following my gaze. ‘Remove her? Why?’
‘Because I don’t want her here.’
‘Do tell. I’m not one for chucking out perfectly delicious morsels. You know that.’
I sighed and leaned against the back of the polished antique leather sofa. ‘She’s Nicole’s cousin, and she’s trying very hard to make me stray.’
Alfie laughed again while watching Valentina. ‘You’ve got yourself a little stalker? How delightful.’
‘Alfie. Please?’
‘Oh, but this is far too fun to send her home. You must like her too, for it to be bothering you. Otherwise you’d just give her that monster cock of yours and get her fixation over with.’
‘I’m not convinced that would make her stop.’
‘Has she done anything to hurt you or threaten you?’
‘Well, no. But she’s followed me here. Last night she let two guys finger her and go down on her right in front of me.’
‘If you don’t want her, then why is that a problem? She should be able to explore her fantasies.’
‘She kept her eyes on me the entire time. She was goading me.’
My insides still felt tangled between desire, jealousy, and annoyance.
Alfie stood and made his way over to the window, watching Valentina thoughtfully.
‘I’ll make you a deal, Logan. You stay the rest of the time while she’s here and I’ll pay Tony on your last day in full. No games. You’ll have your deal to bring back to your father-in-law, and I’ll have a fun distraction for a week. You know how I love a game.’
Closing my eyes, I took a breath before letting it out slowly. Fucking Alfie and his fucking games. He’d always been a trickster, thriving off of others’ discomfort. It had just rarely been directed my way.
‘Fine,’ I said after a few moments. ‘But it won’t be a game. She’s not going to get to me.’
With Alfie’s laughter still ringing out behind me, I headed for my room.
By early afternoon, I’d had all of my room that I could take, even with a suite there was little to do other than watch daytime telly. And no-one needs that for more than a few hours.
With a rumbling stomach, I headed past the tied up whimpering playthings and down the stairs to seek out something to eat. The manor was fully staffed and each mealtime offered a plethora of fine dining, but between the official meals food could be ordered to suit in the whisky room.
I walked in, much relieved to find only a handful of other guests, giving them a nod as I took up position on one of the barstools that lined the long bar’s side. Behind the barman stood a floor to ceiling wooden shelf structure which held bottle after bottle of whisky. There were those from the surrounding distilleries, as well as bottles from around the globe. There were newer bottles right up to dust coated antique ones that would cost an eye watering amount, even for me.
‘What can I get you, Sir?’ the man asked, setting out a heavy crystal glass and fixing me with a friendly smile.
‘Whatever you have open. Nothing younger than twenty-five, please.’
‘It’s a shame you are so strict about age,’ a sweet feminine voice said. ‘I bet I’d taste better than the whisky would...’
I turned to see the little she-devil herself standing beside me, toying with the hem of her linens in a way that made me want to snatch them off.
God dammit.
‘Valentina,’ I said coolly, turning my eyes back to my drink. Should I just ignore her and hope she buggers off?
‘Logan,’ she said right back, leaning one arm on the bar and looking from my drink to my mouth as I took a sip.
