Page 60 of Broken Princess

"Nah. He gets that from his mom. His ruthlessness. That'd all be me. Speaking of…"

The time for small talk is over and dad launches into his favorite topic. The future of McKay Media. Jordanna listens to us bicker and argue through most of it. Right before desert arrives, she texts something on her phone. Seconds later my own buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and glance at it.

She excuses herself from the table. Seconds later, I’m following after her. She slips into a room in the back of the club that’s for members only. But Jordanna doesn’t care. Her panties are off before the door closes behind me and her hands are in my pants, pulling my dick out. I don’t know what I did to earn this type of spontaneity from her, but whatever it is, I’m glad I did. Mere seconds pass before I’m lined up with her opening. I enter her with one quick stroke.

I hiss, sinking inside her heat. That first pulse of her around me always catches me off guard.

“Mmm. Maybe I should bring you to brunch more often.” I pull back then push in, swirling my hips, trying to add pressure to her clit. We’re up against the cherry wood table the men play poker at on Friday nights. Our bodies move together. It’s rough and animalistic and the most intense fuck I’ve had in years. The door opens and I look to my right, seeing Claire in the doorway watching. Jordy turns and sees her too, but instead of asking me to stop, she wraps her legs tighter around me and turns my face towards her, claiming my lips in a brutal kiss. I feel her hand between us, rubbing furiously against her clit. She clamps around me and I ride her through it, forgetting all about the woman standing behind me.

Jordanna

Pepper greets me when I walk into the sunroom. “Hello, dear.” Her perusal leaves no part of me unseen. “My, you’ve been busy.”

“Keeping tabs on me?”

“Not at all, but there’s a new poise to the way you walk. A spring in your step, and an enigmatic smile that only a woman with a juicy little secret could pull off. I take it things are progressing well.”

Nodding, I take my usual seat. “Things are going better than I expected at school and with my research project on your heirloom.”

Smiling, she says, “That’s wonderful news. Tell me everything.”

It feels good to be able talk to someone, holding nothing back. If things were different, I’d tell Summer, my mother, or even Tiff and Marina about what’s been happening. But as much as they love me, I know none of them would support me in this. So all I have is Pepper. The woman who believes I deserve restitution, and has been coaching me through this.

We’re halfway through the game, and I’ve just summed up what my next step is with the makeup case, when she brings up someone we’ve never talked about before. Penn.

“Before you get touchy and close down, I know how you feel about him. The trial is starting soon, and I suspect media coverage will pick up. How are you and your family dealing with it?”

“The same way we always have. We say no comment and barricade the doors and windows. I guess that’s another reason to thank you. So far, nobody’s sneaking on campus to question me.”

“If you feel your mother and sister need security, I could arrange it.”

“That would only make them stand out more and open us up to questions about where the money came from to hire a security detail.”

“If you change your mind, you only have to ask.”

Sitting with thoughts of Penn swirling through my mind makes me careless on my next move.

Of course Pepper notices. “Jordanna, is everything alright?”

“I was just thinking about something.”

“Yes, and whatever it was, is not this game. I haven’t seen you make that move since our first few games.”

“Bella said something once, and I didn’t pay it any attention.”

“From what I remember, you don’t pay anything she says much attention. So whatever it is that’s still with you, must’ve been profound.”

“She said she didn’t like me because of what Penn did. I didn’t think much of it, because he ran an investment firm. But now that I’m thinking about it, why hasn’t anyone really tried to interview me? There’s a large chunk of money that was never found. If it belonged to the families here, shouldn’t they want to know if mom or I know where it is?”

“Do youknow where it is?”

“I do not. And the way mom struggled, if I did, I would have said something by now just to collect the reward.”

“Unless you know and are keeping it for yourself.”

“Right, hence the reason I needed a scholarship.”

“The best way not to get caught is by being discrete. It’s the flashy bold moves that draw the most attention.”

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