Page 90 of Roughing the Player
“What else did Marty ask you to do?” I’m furious, but I can’t let her see. Not until I get to the truth.
“He asked me to babysit you.” Her voice drops to a mere whisper.
“And how were you going to do that?”
“Make sure you didn’t get into trouble. Parties, women. That kind of thing.”
“Are you sure he didn’t ask you to do more? Like screw me?”
Fire flashes in her eyes. “How dare you?”
“Oh, I dare plenty, Ellie.” No longer able to control my temper, I stomp forward to tower over her. “Is that why you came back that night after you stormed out?”
“No. That’s not why I did it.” Tears mist her eyes as she trembles. So fucking beautiful. So damn deceitful.
“Liar.”
“I never would have done such a thing.” A lone tear rolls down her cheek. Gotta give it to her. She’s good.
“Then why?”
“Because”—her voice quivers—“I couldn’t stay away.”
Disgusted, I spit out. “You’re damn right you couldn’t. After all, your precious bonus depended on keeping me in line. And what better way to do that than to spread your legs and fuck me.”
She jumps to her feet. “You’re wrong.”
“Prove it, then. Give back the check.”
“No. I worked hard for that money.”
What a devious bitch she is. “You sure did, honey.” I drop the check on the table. “And I must say, you earned every penny.”
She slaps me. “You fucking bastard.”
That’s when Kaylee walks in the door.
