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Samantha’s arm rougher than necessary, making her yelp, but he didn’t care. He rushed her from the store before she could make any more of a scene.
    “What the hell was that all about Samantha?” he snarled, releasing her arm as soon as they left the store.
    She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Connor. I was just having a little fun, don’t be a buzzkill. No harm, no foul.”
    “That was rude whether she realized you were being sarcastic or not. If you can’t conduct yourself properly in public then consider yourself banned to the farm until your time with me is up.”
    They reached the Jeep and he opened the back and began to unload the cart into the Jeep, throwing the bags into the back, attempting to keep his temper in check. “You know, what I said earlier about your natural beauty… I was mistaken. You do need the expensive shoes and handbags, you need all the fancy shit you can get your hands on to cover up the ugly within you, Samantha.”
    She balked as if he’d slapped her, visibly shocked he’d say something mean to her. “She wasn’t offended. What’s the big deal?”
    He shook his head at her. “You’re just not getting it. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to explain it to you. You’ve spent so much time on a pedestal with dozens of trust-fund half-wits worshipping you that you have no grasp on the real world. Or how to treat others.”
    “That’s not fair, Connor.” He could see from her expression he’d hurt her. Chances are no one had ever spoken to her that way before.
    “It’s not?” He slammed the back of the Jeep closed. “So you’re saying good people who work hard every day of their lives, trying to scrape together enough money to pay the energy bills and put food on their tables are lesser than you and your trust fund pals. So it’s unfair for me to speak the truth, because it might hurt your feelings?”
    She lowered her gaze and shrugged. He almost felt bad for her. Almost. If he hadn’t been so angry with her, maybe he would have had enough remorse in him to pull her into his arms and apologize. It was a damned shame someone so beautiful had such a huge chip on her shoulder.
    He sighed, thrusting a hand into his hair. “Get into the Jeep. We’re skipping going out for dinner, we’ll eat at home.”
     
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
    “I hate this fucking place,” Samantha groaned as she lowered her exhausted body into a warm bubble bath. She’d been pleasantly surprised to discover Connor actually had bubble bath. Connor had barely spoken a word to her the previous night after their blowout at the Jeep in the Walmart parking lot, spending the night avoiding her.
    Today had been one demand after another and Connor hadn’t even had the decency to make the requests himself, instead it was his fifty-something assistant William who relayed the orders. At least William had been friendly enough.
    “Shovel the shit Cinderella, clean the stalls Cinderella. Ugh.” Grabbing her bottle of shampoo she squirted a large pile into her hands and quickly lathered up her hair. Could she even possibly dream of getting the smell out of her hair? If Connor was trying to punish her and teach her a lesson over the previous day’ s behaviour then he could consider it lesson learned.
    Closing her eyes, she sank down deep into the tub, relishing the feel of the hot water surrounding her. She was about to nod off when a knock sounded at the door. Startled she yelped, attempted to straighten up in the tub, slipped and went under. She came back up gasping and coughing on the mouthful of bath water she’d inhaled.
    “You all right?” The door swung open to reveal Connor, worry etched in his expression.
    Samantha’s eyes widened in horror as she screamed a second time, grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it across. “What the hell Connor! What are you doing walking in on me?” She pulled the curtain back just enough that she could poke her head out and glare at him.
    “Shit.