Page 9 of Her Dirty Rival
Chapter5
Malcolm
Riley walks in.I want to kick myself, because it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time, and the sight of her knocks the wind out of me. I do my best not to let my jaw hit the floor at this woman’s stunning face. Did I even notice her light brown eyes while she gave me the best head in ages? Probably not, but I pay close attention tothemnow.
She steps in past the doors and removes the winter jacket and bulky sweater she had on in the video. She’s in skin-fitting jeans that remind me of the way her long legs wrapped around my waist. The tiny white tank top shows off her delicate, porcelain skin, hugging her full, perky breasts the way they filled my hands. Her tiny waist is on display, and already all I want to do is grab a hold of that very spot and fuck her into a coma. My dick agrees with a slight throb as it expands to fill the space behind my zipper. Yes, it’s best to stay seated until this semigoesdown.
I wonder if she realizes the position she has put herself into as she stands there looking sexier than the last time she was here at the clubhouse. I can’t help but smile. What we did two nights ago will pale in comparison to what she’s in for today. And tonight. And tomorrow morning. By the time I’m done with Riley, she may not be able to walk right, and hopefully, our mutual problems will besolved.
“Good morning, Miss Hampton,” I greet her. That’s the nicest, kindest, tamest thing she’s going to hear from me for the next thirty or sohours.
“Why am I here?” she answers me with a question framed in a rough, hard-ass tone of voice as if she’s done time. Maybe that’s from her one nightinjail.
“So you want to get right down to brass tacks, isthatit?”
“Just let me know what the hell you want so I can tell you to go fuck yourself. After that, I’ll be onmyway.”
I point to the armchair closest to the fireplace. “Have aseat,sexy.”
I get my first insight into the effect I must also have on her. Her breath seems to catch in her throat from myinvitation.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll stand,” Riley mumbles in a throaty voice that almost reaches into my pants and strokesmydick.
“Suit yourself. And feel free to have a bite of breakfast or coffee, tea, whatever you want. It’s all on the serving table beside your seat.” I lean forward slightly. “Tell me, how did you sleep last night? I hope we didn’t leave you sitting in jail fortoolong.”
Her expression hardens. She is not the least bit entertained. “I would really like to know how naïve you think I am. You and Alexander Industries, and whoever at the New York City Police Department that’s on your payroll, will have hell to pay for failing to follow due process and denying us our rights. I’m standing in your club or whatever the hell it is, and no one has read us our Miranda rights or taken our prints. They detained us illegally. Do you understand what that means? And your people have not even allowed us to speak to our lawyers. Like I said, there’ll be helltopay.”
“You’re mistaken, Miss Hampton, but replace the word ‘we’ with ‘me’ in everything you just said, and it’ll beaccurate.”
“What are you talkingabout?”
“Look around the room. Do you happen to see your friends herewithyou?”
She stares at me as she processes the last two pieces of information I share. Recognition hits, and her eyes widen. I get the satisfaction of watching her lose her shit. Her jaw drops. “No. You didn’t…youwouldn’tdare.”
“I would, and I did.” I point to the armchair again. This time, she takesaseat.
She straightens stoically in the chair. “My friends won’t fall for thesegames.”
“You haven’t given them much choice so far. I wonder why. Let’s see. Oh, right. You’reouthere.”
“What do you think you’ll accomplish by having the other demonstrators believe that I betrayed them and threw them underthebus?”
“I have little concern about your cohorts, Miss Hampton. However, they may have an issue with you after it’s all said and done. You know, you will have kept your record spotless, and still be eligible to sit for the bar exam in two years. Them, not so much. And their parents may have a hell of a time coming up with bail money, never mind what they’ll need for sufficient criminal and civil defenses. If your associates graduate at all, they’ll be lucky to flip burgers at the burgershack.”
Her face reddens. “You plan to sue my friends in civilcourttoo?”
“It’s within our rights. You should know that. We can kick things off after they go in front of a judge tomorrowmorning.”
“What?” she shrieks. “You’ve already pressed criminalcharges?”
I make a point of not giving her a direct answer. “You’re a law student. What do you think? Let’s start with defamation, destruction of private property, attempted assault, forcible confinement, maybe even libel for thosesigns.”
“But…my friends areinnocent.”
“Babies are innocent. Those kids are all past the age ofmajority.”
“You can’t do thattothem.”
