“We’re to have dinner at eight o’clock tonight.” His hand stroked over my ribs, then hip, then leg, and back up again. “I was hoping you’d sit this one out.” I tensed. “Why? And why didn’t you tell me this gorgeous woman was in love with you?” He gave a disgusted snort. “Love? She can’t begin to know the concept.” “Oh, yes, she can. With you she can. Trust me.” “She’s in love with money and power. Just like my father and her father.” “That’s not what I saw when I looked at her. The way her eyes followed your every move and lit up when she saw you. It was disgusting.” “Yes.” The stern agreement came with a comforting rub of his leg against mine. “I mean, she didn’t even notice me. Guess that’s a good thing.” “Yes, trust me, it is. And let’s keep it that way. Underneath that fake beauty is a power-hungry-monster whore.” I wiggled my butt and moaned. “Your brother’s cute.” I smiled a little. His hand stopped caressing, and I giggled.
