Page 163 of Tempt Her

Gentry drops into the metal chair across from me. His cuffs rattle against the table as he leans forward with clenched fists.

Fuck, he stinks.Like body odor mixed with industrial cleaning products that can’t hide his stench. But it smells better than that Abercrombie aroma he used to fart everywhere.

He’s even thinner now, and so is his hair. Deep lines etch across his pasty face while dark circles rim his beady eyes, and I almost feel sorry for him.

“You’ve gotten fat,” he says…

And nope…

I take a hard right, racing off the high road because I’m locked, loaded, and going low now.

If not for me, I’ll do this for everyone else he hurt. I can’t erase the pain he’s caused, but I can punch him with a little bit of his poison.

I coo, “Why that’s so kind of you to notice. I have beenravenousthis past year. So muchhasparted these lips.” I lean back in my chair and spread my legs. Fuck sitting lady-like. I’m sitting like a bitch with big ovaries. “I get stuffed at least three times a day. It’s like I can’t stop myself. I’m so hungry now; I have no shame.”

His face twists, surprised by my confession.

“I mean, I even do it in my store.” My brows raise like I’m sharing the gossip. “Did you hear I opened a shop? It’s a cute little one in Charleston. Nothing serious, right? For a dumb blonde beauty queen like me. It’s just toys and trinkets and clothes. I named it Delta’s because I love the symbol. I believe in doing things in threes now, you know, like I’m a triangle, and getting it three ways.”

His eyes narrow. My sarcasm is starting to crack his thick, entitled skull.

“You’d be so proud. Everyone knows that Senator Gentry Evans’s ex-wife owns Delta’s. I was all over the news. I’ve gotten so popular. I have a waitlist of six months for people who want to see the private shows I give.”

I roll my eyes, exasperated. “Of course, your mother disapproves. She’s horrified. I just embarrassed her this morning in front of all your country club friends. I don’t know why because I used my manners. I gave all your friends a gift bag with toys from my shop. Maybe she has her controlling knickers in a knot because I don’t wear Lilly Pulitzer dresses and pearls anymore. No, I donated that stuff. And I sold your house and all that plantationcrap.” I cough. “I mean ‘Southern decor,’ as your racist friends like to call that shit.”

“You bitch,” he barely whispers.

I lean forward, smiling. “Yes, I am. I’m a bitch and a little slut and a beautiful whore who walks around her sex shop in BDSM lingerie before I go home and get fat all night long on the three biggest cocks I love. They even give me the kind of pearls Iloveto wear, and it ain’t even my birthday.”

I look over my shoulder, and my heart bursts.I love them so much.

My men are facing our way. Their towering bodies recline in chairs, with their hulking legs spread wide. The shit-eating grins on their sexy faces are the ultimate show of disrespect toward Gentry.

“Say ‘Hey,’ boys,” I call out.

Luke taunts Gentry, “Welikeyour wife.”

Mateo laughs. “Ex-wife.”

Ford chuckles. “I was right; your ex-wife hasgreattaste.”

“Yeah,” Luke adds, “we really like those fancy black leather sofas you had in the parlor, too. We broke ‘em in for you, and now we use ‘emallthe time.”

Mateo piles on. “And she’s back to doing yoga. We got her bending into all kinds of positions with us.”

“And wereallylike eating her muffins,” Ford finishes as Gentry pushes back from the table, his metal chair loudly screeching over the tile floor.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, standing up.

But before he can shout for the guard, I warn, “You better sit your ass back in that chair, or the video of how you love a golf club fucking it is going online. I’ll make viral look like a goddamn sneeze compared to what I can still do to you, even in here.”

He hesitates, practically staggering at my threat. “You wouldn’t,” he hisses, clattering back into the chair. “You did it too. You wanted it too.”

“I wanted you and your micro peen like I wanted an infestation of red ants in my pussy. Hell, they’d be about the same damn size.” I snarl, “That was exploitation. That was coercion. That was assault.”

His knee taps, rattling his chains.

I lean back in my chair, taking a deep breath. “And that was then.” I unbutton my blazer, letting it and my silk blouse fall open to reveal my cleavage with my new tattoo. “And this is now.”

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