Page 9 of Revenge On Her Dad's Best Friends

“Ah fuck,” Zach sighed. “Is she really taking a shower in our bathroom right now?”

Yes, that was exactly what Hank’s daughter was doing. Taking a shower in their bathroom. Within easy reach. If Reece had to guess, she’d become overheated in that catsuit she wore and needed to get out of it immediately. They’d seen her struggle before giving in and excusing herself to remove the suit. And why not take a shower while she was at it too?

A blinding image of her naked in the cubicle, water sluicing down her curves, entered his brain without his permission.

Fuck their lives.

“How long do we play along?” Bradford asked, tension filling his voice. Of the four of them, Hank included, Bradford had always been the most serious. Zach was the most charming, and Hank had been the most romantic.

If Bradford had it his way, Calista would be packed up and shipped off somewhere as far away from them as possible. If it had been anyone else in the world, they wouldn’t be handcuffed and sitting in three chairs in Reece’s bedroom in one of their penthouses. Not because no one would get that far, but because no one would dare try.

But she tried and fuck they had let her get this far.

No matter what, they were still men who took what they wanted—maybe not in the last five years, but having her this close was just a little too dangerous for her.

The instant they recognized her when she stepped into their penthouse, without saying so much as a word to each other, they decided they would give her a minute to see what she was up to. She’d gotten Lady Night on her side; that was something.

Although pressed, they would have to admit she caught them completely off guard, and that had delayed their reaction to her.

“Let’s give her a little more time,” Reece said. “She didn’t get to finish what she was saying.” And Reece was intrigued, to say the least. What did she want from them?

Once they’d gotten over the shock of seeing her, shock being a reaction they would not willingly admit to having, they assessed the situation and took the necessary measures.

By necessary measures, they wondered if she would use those three sets of handcuffs dangling from her waist and chiming together with every movement she made, then assumed shewould. Bradford had then surreptitiously picked up a paper clip from the desk and pinned it to his cuff. They supposed they should thank John Wayne for that.

The fragrance of their shower gel and shampoo permeated the air, except it smelled completely different on her. She could torture them using her scent alone, and that was fucked up in too many ways to count.

Fire blazed in his veins as she came into view. Dear fucking god.

She’d swapped her catsuit for one of the white shirts in the closet, and while it was way too big for her, the hem reaching her mid-thigh, the slope of her breasts was distinctly visible. So was the dusk of her areola and her diamond-hard nipples.

Reece immediately shut down the physiological reactions in his body, cutting off the rush of blood to his cock. He wasn’t the only one fighting against his tormented body.

She was their best friend’s daughter. She was too young, too innocent, and what superseded everything else was that she remained completely untouchable. They would never let Hank down. They would never give in and touch his daughter, not in the ways that kept them up at night.

Never.

Chapter Nine

She didn’t look that bad, Calista decided. The impeccable white shirt she snagged from a row of pristine shirts fitted her like a dress. A chic dress. And after donning her thigh-high boots again, she was sure she made the look work… whatever that look was. Who cared?

Her primary objective had been to get into close proximity to them and then change it to a forced proximity, so they would have no other option but to listen to her. Mission accomplished.

Yes, it was a pity she couldn’t complete her plot of vengeance in her latex catsuit, but she’d been on the verge of passing out, and that meant ultimate failure. She didn’t come this far to fail, and a wardrobe malfunction would be the last thing that broke her meticulous plans.

Every revenge plan had a hiccup. The important thing was pivoting when it mattered, which she had.

Time for her pièce de résistance, and wasn’t revenge a dish best served cold? Yes, yes, it was. She’s waited long enough for them to get their comeuppance for abandoning her.

Injecting confident swagger into her demeanor, she walked back into the bedroom to find her three prisoners still seated and handcuffed to their chairs.

She didn’t know why, but for a split second all she registered was surprise that they hadn’t gotten themselves loose already. Of course, they couldn’t. She had the key that opened all three handcuffs tucked safely in the pocket of the shirt, together with the three strips of silk.

No, she knew why she was surprised to find them exactly where she left them. It meant she’d outsmarted the legendary Bradford Evans, Reece Fischer, and Zachariah Smith.

Take that, busters.

Even though she was wearing one of their shirts, because her suit didn’t stand the test of time, she still channeled her KittyHotStuff69 character and faced the men who consumed her entire adult life as if they owned her.

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