Page 159 of Ruthless King


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Sitting on a bench, she thought about that for a moment. For as long as she could remember, that’s how she’d dressed. But was it her choice?

Or something her father had insisted on? Because she remembered Mama wearing the same sorts of things.

Until after he’d died.

God. Was she letting him dictate to her . . . even from the grave?

There was a knock on the door and she startled. How long had she been sitting here?

“Yes?”

“Are you all right, baby?” Regent asked. “You’ve been in there a while.”

“I, um, well . . .”

“I’m coming in.”

She rolled her eyes as he opened the door and strode in. That was Regent. Walking in like he owned the place.

Well . . .

“I could have been naked.”

“Why aren’t you?” he asked, striding over to her.

She suddenly realized that he was mostly naked.

Well, okay, he was wearing a pair of swimming trunks. Black. And they looked expensive. But otherwise, completely naked.

And . . . wow . . . just wow.

“I’m just going to wipe here.” He reached down and swiped the corner of her mouth. “There was a bit of drool.”

“There was not!”

He grinned. God, he was even sexier when he smiled, though she wasn’t sure how that was possible. “You sure about that?”

Nope. She was not.

Crouching down, he studied her face. “What’s going on?”

She slid her gaze away from his. He was far too good at reading her.

“Jilly. Look at me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Well, unfortunately for you, you don’t have a choice.”

Turning her gaze to his, she glared. “That’s not very nice.”

“Hmm, I’ve been told I’m not that nice.”

“Who said that to you?” she asked, offended on his behalf. “That’s not kind.”

His lips twitched and her shoulders slumped as she sighed. “I’m making a fool of myself.” She placed her hands over her face with a groan.

“Hey, no, you’re not.” He tugged her hands away from her face. “I want you to tell me what’s going on.”

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