Page 22 of The Mafia Princess

Chapter Ten

Remington finally released his hold on her so she could step back and smooth her clothing. Her heart still hadn’t calmed, and she had to concentrate on breathing normally.

She walked a few steps away from him and turned. “I think we need a few minutes and then discuss this again.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “There’s nothing to discuss.”

She stomped her foot. “There damn well is.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he smirked. God, he loved hearing her spunkiness.

“We’ll see,” he said and knew he’d pissed her off.

“Let’s get ready for dinner. We’ll have time to talk about this later.”

“Fine.”

He watched her stroll into the bathroom and close the door. He looked at his watch to figure out the time difference between Arkansas and Scotland. He could wait until after dinner to call his father. He grabbed some of his clothes and draped them over a chair to wait for her. He poured himself a drink and turned on the stock market.

He almost choked when she came out in a white dress and sandals. Her hair was down, but she pulled it back with some clips. Her face was oval with high cheekbones. Her eyes were even larger than he first thought but had a cat-like look. She had full lips that he envisioned wrapped around his cock.

Hell. He’d been semi-hard before, but now he was at full staff and couldn’t do anything about it unless he tried to take care of it in the shower, and that didn’t sound good at all.

“I’ll go shower. Just relax until I’m done.”

She stared at him but didn’t say anything.

He closed the door behind him and stripped. He washed his hair and body in the shower and was done in a few minutes. He decided not to masturbate but might have to before he went to bed. He got dressed, finger-combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and conditioned his beard before he walked back into the bedroom.

When he saw that she had left without him, he grinned. “Oh, you want to play this game, Princess? You’re going to be mighty upset when you lose.”

He walked down the stairs. He blanked out his expression because he wanted her to think she was in trouble.

A few groups were standing around.

“Have you seen Anna?” he asked Graham.

Graham grinned. “She’s going to be a handful like the rest of them.”

He tipped his head forward. “I suspect.” He walked away after Graham pointed outside and ignored his cousin’s ribbing.

Remington followed one of the paths until he saw Anna and Beth talking. He saw how Anna stiffened when he came to stand by her side.

“Good evening, Beth. I thought I heard Alastair looking for you.”

“Oh. I better go and see what he wants.”

He reached out and circled Aryanna’s upper arm. “Oh, no. We have a few things you need to understand.”

“Really? What?”

It took some doing to keep his face hard and angry, but inside, he was laughing his ass off.

“I told you to wait for me. Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t remember that.”

He could tell she was lying. “How about this? If I ask you to do something and you don’t or disobey me in any other way, I’ll take it as a bid for attention.”

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