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“So,” I say. “Can I come in and use yours?”
“Vampire too good to go in the bushes?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “Come in. Do what you need to. But I still ain't signing anything.”
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Lynx
Fuck,I never should have let Rachel in my cabin.
She may be the epitome of everything I hate, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
Just the thought of her in my restroom, with her panties around her knees, has me hard as a rock.
I lean my hand on the wall and put the other one down my boxers. Squeezing my manhood. Imagining what it would be like to pull that stupid damn skirt up over her waist and bury myself between her thick, delicious thighs.
Pull yourself together, Lynx.
I shake my head, but still the image of her naked body lays before my eyes. I can practically taste her.
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling my hand out from around my cock. “Whoever sent this woman, knew what they were doing. They knew there was no way I’d be able to stand up against her beauty.”
I storm into the kitchen and run some water over my face. When I turn around Rachel is behind me. Her lips look even redder than before. She’s mussed up her hair a little. Its long, dark curls trailing over her shoulder. The sun shining through the windows lights her up from behind.
She looks sensational.
“You done?” I ask. My jaw’s so tight, my back teeth are grinding together.
Rachel walks towards me. Her hips sway from side to side with each step. My balls tingle at the mere sight of her luscious body. Precum leaks from my cock like a hobo on the street begging for money so he can get his next fix.
“I don’t understand why you don’t just sign the papers, Lynx.”
“You don’t understand anything.”
“Then, why don’t you tell me? Maybe I can help.”
“Help!” I laugh in her face. “What makes you think I need help? Besides, you’re a lawyer… a goddamn vampire. All you’re good for is sucking up misery and pain and charging per the hour. Do you even know who my dad was? Do you know what he did to me and my family? How he treated my mother like a goddamn slave. Made all our lives hell. How the day he died was the happiest day of my life, and there’s no damn way I’m even going to touch a piece of paper with his name on it.”
Rachel starts to say something, but as the words are about to leave her mouth, she changes her mind.
She presses her lips together. Her chin starts to wobble. Her big, green eyes become damp.
I don’t know whether she’s sad because of what I just told her, or because I’m ruining her well-laid plans to wrap up what’s probably a very lucrative legal deal.
My dad may have been the world’s biggest asshole, but that doesn’t mean he was poor. In fact, he was one of the richest men in the country. That was probably why he was such an asshole. Or maybe the two aren’t connected. I don’t care. Not anymore. I’ve spent too much of my life thinking about that man, and I promised myself long ago, long before he passed, that I was through with him.
Now this goddess before me is forcing me to confront my feelings again. My memories. That bottomless pit of hate and pain and anger that I’ve managed to bury deep inside me and forget about.
“I’m sorry,” Rachel says. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
“You were just doing your job,” I say, not wanting to hurt her feelings any more than I already have.
The sight of her looking so sad feels like someone is stabbing me in the heart.
“My job,” she laughs. “Well, I can kiss that goodbye. If I don’t get your signature, I’m screwed.”
