Page 8 of Crown Jewels
What my father refused to teach her, she found out on her own. Verity knew more about the order than our grandfather. The only thing she didn’t have, was a dick.
She envied me for the position that I would one day take, and I envied her for the freedom she had. And because of that, sibling rivalry had a new meaning in my house. Ninety-three stitches, four broken bones, and a couple of near death experiences later, and Verity and I were on amicable terms. The fact that she was in Florida and I was in California didn’t hurt.
“Dad said I had four years.” I rebutted.
“Meanwhile your knights are running amuck. Archer got arrested for arson last month. If you had been here…”
“Stop it Verity.” I cut her off. “I’m not coming back.”
“You’re their leader.”
“Yeah, well I never asked to be.” This wasn’t about me doing my duty. Verity was pissed about something else. “It’s not my job to keep your man in check. If you need help keeping him satisfied, I’ll send you a couple of my movies.”
Okay, that was low.
“Fuck you Vahn. I’m telling mom you make porn.” With that, she hung up.
I wasn’t worried about her blabbing my secret—Verity would get in just as much trouble for keeping it from Mom—but I did feel bad about what I said. If I was home, I’d find Colton and give him a beat down for my sister, or at least try to figure out what was going on with him. But it wasn’t my problem. Not for another five months. Still…
I looked down at my phone. Maybe I should call Colton? Just to check up on him.
My finger hovered over his name, ready to make the call, when a door on the right opened and something much more interesting walked out.
Emma strutted out with a silk robe wrapped around her shoulders. My eyes trickled over her legs. Those stockings looked fucking great on her. Even better considering I was the one who sent them to her. Or should I say Tinker Toy 365 sent them to her. She of course had no idea, but that was half the fun.
“How’d it go?” I asked as she headed to the bathroom to have a bath, like she did after every show.
Her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “It was good.”
Oh, she didn’t come. Emma faked a great orgasm, but I don’t think she’d actually had one.
“Tinker wasn’t on today, so I didn’t do as well as I expected.”
His fucking sister called so he couldn’t log on, but he wanted to.
“That sucks.”
“It’s okay,” she gave me a smile that caused her silver eyes to sparkle. “I still did good.”
I was so fucking pissed that I missed her show. The fifties style was my request. Not because I was a fan. I was hoping the outfit would turn me off so I could move on and accept my fate with Trina Whitley.
That was just one of the many things I’d tried over the past month to make Emma less desirable, and like all the others it didn’t work. When I walked in and saw her looking like a pinup girl, I damn near bust a nut. Not even Verity’s shrill voice could chase away my erection.
Emma pointed over her shoulder with her thumb, “I’m gonna go take a bath.”
“Alright.” What I wouldn’t give to be that bathtub. “You should take your laptop with you.”
She stopped and cocked a brow my way. “Why?”
“Maybe Tinker will be around for a private show?”
In fact I could guarantee he would.
“I don’t do private shows in the bath, that would break one of my rules.”
That it would. Emma had three rules for her shows.
