"Awesome. So basically I'm stuck here with you and no entertainment."
"Yep." The way she said it made it sound like the worst thing in the world. She was making it easier and easier to dislike her. I should be grateful for that. At least there would be no temptation to fuck her again.
“Great. So is this my bedroom or are you going to suggest sharing the bed?”
It sounded snide, the way she put it. It was a huge mistake bringing her here. Obviously, I wasn’t going to share the bed with her. I wasn’t a total douchebag. Just because I’d screwed her back there didn’t mean I thought I was entitled to screw her again. This was all business now that I knew she was Guillermo’s daughter. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough about that. I’d have to make myself clearer.
“There you go, Your Highness,” I said, opening the door to the bedroom. “And trust me, I have no intention of sharing any bed with you.” I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind before, but I’d already made it up well before she got here. I wasn’t about to cross that line again. I’d be sleeping on the couch.
Dani walked inside, looking around, touching the edge of the bed. No more than two seconds ago had I resolved to be a hundred percent professional with her, and all it took was her touching the edge of the bed for me to picture myself grabbing her, pulling her jeans down over her ass, and spanking her for all the attitude she was giving me. I definitely needed to get that image out of my head. There was no sense giving her the satisfaction of seeing me get a hard on for her.
“The bathroom’s right there.” I pointed.
Dani's back was to me. “Well, anything else?”
I felt my face tighten. “Nope, not at all.” I closed the door. It’s going to be a lot easier to dislike her than I thought.
I leaned against the door, grateful at the prospect of having some time to myself. I was exhausted and pissed off at my father for sending me here and at Billy for being an asshole; and pretty much at the entire world for everything. Now Blaze, who I thought might be a good guy somewhere underneath all the biker shit, was just as much of a bad guy as my father. One of his hired lackeys.
I knew I was acting like a prima donna, exactly the way I’d never wanted to be. It probably confirmed every preconceived notion he had about me, ideas he’d gotten from the fancy clothes and expensive car. He thought I was a spoiled brat who had been given everything her entire life. But that was true, right? I had been given everything in life. I had led a pampered existence in many ways.
He just sees you for who you really are, and that makes you upset.
No, that wasn’t true. I liked this place here in the middle of nowhere, away from everything. It felt like him-safe, warm. How do you even know what he feels like? The part of my brain that was always questioning everything jumped on board. You obviously misjudged him earlier. Now you know he’s just like your father.
I couldn’t get the thought of what my father was going to do to Billy out of my head. He didn’t deserve to die, but my father would have him killed. I wondered if it was already done, whether he had contracted Blaze to do it. No, Blaze was stuck babysitting me. His club, then. Or he had hired some other lackey to do it. Either way, whoever did it was a dead man. Billy’s family would see to that. They had the connections to make it happen. They’d bring down anyone remotely associated with it. A part of me hoped the Randolphs would come after my father. I ached to see the look on his face when he was taken down. I fantasized about being able to smile smugly and say, “See? I told you so. There are people in the world who are more powerful than you. You are not invincible.”
Climbing into bed, I pulled the covers over my head. Right now, I just wanted to go to sleep and wake up when this was all over.
I didn’t make an appearance outside the bedroom until the next evening, too exhausted to do much of anything else once I had crawled into bed. Blaze knocked on the door once, but got the message that I didn’t want to be bothered and never checked on me again. It wasn’t like I could run away out here, not unless I wanted to jog twenty miles.
I had to come out sometime, though, and the two of us were going to have to live together for the next-however many days we were going to be stuck together. I needed to make the best of it. What were we going to do to pass the time? The thought of spending the next few days in bed with Blaze immediately flashed through my mind, and I had to actively shove it out of my head. No. Hooking up with someone who was one of my father’s business associates, a pawn in my father’s game? No thanks. I’d rather die.
Following the sound of pots and pans rattling in the kitchen, I padded down the hall in a tee-shirt and jeans, my feet bare. Blaze was at the stove, an apron tied around his waist.
“I wondered when you were going to come out,” he said.