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I pause halfway down the hall, spinning around. “How? Because I’m living in your house? Because I’m your daughter’s nanny? Or because you fucked me? Sorry if,as your employee,I’m getting a little confused as to what you mean by that.”

I don’t wait for him to answer as I turn my back on him and continue down the hallway. Blood boiling. Irritation grinding between my teeth.

Employee.

That’s not what I was last night, kneeling in the dirt sucking his cock.

Which is why I can’t help giving him a finalfuck youbefore turning the corner into my bedroom. Because I’m pissed. Or maybe because I want to prove that he can shut me out all he wants, but I know the truth—I affect him.

Shooting a final glare at Jesse over my shoulder, I stop in the doorway just long enough to drop my towel. Then I walk into my bedroom and slam the door behind me.

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I admire her defiance.Not that it’s going to get her out of this line of questioning.

She might think stripping naked and slamming the door behind her will end the argument, but she clearly underestimates me.

Raking my hand through my hair, I follow her to her room. She’s already disappeared into her bathroom when I let myself in because she probably assumes I’ll let this go.

She thinks I didn’t see her face pale when I said that asshole’s name. Or how her hands shook when he started calling her again.

And again.

Whoever this fucker is, he’s going to learn a very important lesson when I get my hands on him.

As I cross her bedroom, I fish my phone out of my pocket and shoot off a text.

Legacy: I need everything you can find out about a shitbag named Lincoln. He’s the principal at the school Reagan worked at in Glendale.

Ghost: On it.

No questions asked. No hesitation. One of the many reasons I appreciate my brother.

Setting my phone on the dresser, I open the bathroom door in time to see Reagan stepping into the shower. She pauses at the sound of me entering and spins around with pure shock on her face as water runs over her body.

She’s a fucking goddess if I’ve ever seen one.

But as much as I want to bend her over and fuck her until I’m no longer irritated, there’s another knot that needs working out first.

I need answers.

Crossing the room, I step into the shower and am immediately hit with the spray ricocheting off her luscious curves.

“Jesse,” she shrieks. “You’re fully clothed.”

I am.

Not that I give a fuck.

I reach for the back of her neck, pulling her to me, pressing her wet body flush with mine. Water pools where her tits press against my chest, and I’m solid steel at the sight.

“Yep. And you’re going to answer my question.”

She might have thought she could hide in here. That I’d cool off or let it go. Little does she know what the thought of someone messing with her does to me.

“Why do you care?”

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