him.
“And she...left you.
You thought you’d be together forever, but she found another man, and you’ve
never gotten over it. You’re in this line of work so you can punish her over
and over again.”
Relief flooded him.
She had no idea. “Nope. Wrong. Good try, but not even close.”
Anna’s eyes showed her
disappointment, and she buttoned the dress faster. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll go.
But I’m going to call Jake about this.”
Not if he called Jake
first. He had no idea how he’d possibly explain this—he’d never failed in
an assignment, not ever. That’s why Jake paid him so much, damn it. Jake
trusted him.
Shit.
“Also,” she said, as
she stepped into her unbuckled shoes and wrapped her tights around her wrist.
“I’m disappointed I didn’t get to feel that cock of yours.” That taunting laugh
was still in her voice, and Zee’s blood heated. She went on, “I suppose that’s
your main draw, after all. It’s a good one. I guess I’m left to wonder if you
actually know how to use it.”
She was challenging
him. Baiting him as he had her. She wanted him to lose his temper and
change his mind. Damn, she was good. For a split second, he admired her
chutzpah. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over, pull up that dress,
push down her panties, and paddle the hell out of her ass. A simple spanking
would take that look out of her eyes. He would need nothing more than his hand.
Or Jesus, would that
make her look even more determined?
Zee drew his
professionalism—what was left of it—around himself. “Talk to
Corinne on your way out. I think she’s outside. She’ll set you up with someone else,
and I’m sure Jake will give you a session on the house. Sorry it didn’t work
out.”
Anna had lost that
amused look. Finally. Now she looked like she was ready to punch him. Good.
Better mad than laughing at him.
“It was hard for me to
come here today,” she said.
Zee nodded. “I’m sure
it was. I can understand the difficulty.”
“Can you?”
Her face...Jesus.
Those green eyes, brighter now with that anger. He was going to kill Jake for setting him up with her. “I understand what it’s like to do something
difficult.” Did he really? If he did, wouldn’t he have just gone through with
the assignment? She’d signed the contract, after all. She’d been going to take
whatever he dished out. That was the whole game. It was his job.
She didn’t say another
word, just swept by him, that red hair following her like flames of anger. The
back door slammed, a hollow, metallic sound that filled him with something
darker than disappointment.
Chapter Two
Her father.
How dare he guess like
that? And to nail it in one, that asshole. Of course, Zee had talent. He had
experience. The one thing he knew must be women, right? If that was all he
knew, then of course he could get lucky with the guessing.
It was hours later,
and Anna was still fuming. In her apartment, three stories up, Anna watched the
storm lash the building across the street. Lightning lit the puddles as it
flashed, and thunder rolled across the black sky. She was protected from the
rain by the thick walls and double-paned glass, but even so, she felt the storm
like it was raging inside with her.
It wasn’t even like
her father had done anything so very wrong. He hadn’t sexually abused
her or her mother, and he’d never raised a hand to either of them. He’d kept a
steady job and remained even-keeled even when Anna’s mother had been flipping
out about something or another, as she usually was.
It’s just that he
hadn’t stayed. When Anna was ten, he’d announced to her and her mother that
he’d fallen in love with someone else, and that they were having a baby
together. Anna’s mother had freaked, naturally, and kicked him out.
Anna just hadn’t
expected him to stay gone. He’d chosen that unborn brother over her, again and
again, and she’d never gotten over it.
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