Page 20 of Stealth Mission
Who knew one minute could go so wrong. I should have known that Sylvester would be a total asshole.
“I’m not above doing anything to get what I want and if you’re going to choose this path—the one where you fuck him—your precious business is going to become the focus of a very troubling news story.”
I lock my lips together to keep from inhaling swiftly. This man’s darkness knows no bounds and makes my anger reach a new ferocity.
My eyes have to be glowing red. “You really are despicable.”
He smirks. “You’re such a hotheaded little brat. I can’t wait to show you your place?—”
I hiss at him. “I’m done with this conversation.”
He leans in, his hot, alcohol tainted breath washing over me. “I’m warning you, Marianna. Don’t push your luck with me. You will be attending the heiresses’ garden party with me this Sunday. And before long you’ll be doing everything I say, so you should just go ahead and resign yourself to it. Although I have to admit, I get hard thinking about taming you.”
It takes every ounce of my control not to snap on him, to slap his face, kick him in the balls and dump a flower arrangement on his head.
The only thing that stops me is that I know he’s dead WRONG.
This gives me immense satisfaction.
“I’m working on Sunday. I have a farm to run.” I straighten my shoulders and look him dead in the eye. “Not all of us spend our time lounging by the pool having cocktails and getting spray on tans.”
He stiffens, a dangerous light glowing in his brown eyes. “You’re going to pay.”
“Your minute is up.”
“I have a mind to drag your ass out of here and teach you how to respect a man.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You’re mine, Marianna, and you’re going to learn to obey.”
I am so damned tempted to signal Walt, but I don’t. I draw a breath as a wave of queasiness rolls through me.
“Screw you.” I turn and stride away. I’m so angry and upset, I can’t even look in Walt’s direction. I take off for the exit to the veranda instead.
I need to get my balance before my head explodes.
Chapter Eight
I should never have left her alone with the asshole. I won’t make that mistake again.
Chapter Nine
Unfortunately, heels plus stairs equals dangerous. Especially at the pace I’m moving.
Gripping the railing, I pray that I don’t end up at the bottom, a pile of broken kindling. Truthfully, I’m surprised I can’t levitate, as angry as I am.
When I make the ground floor landing and round the corner, there’s a clear path to the back hallway. Not a single person is in sight.
Thank god.
Finally something is going my way.
As I half trot down the hallway, my shoes clip on the tile, the skirt of my dress binding my knees, preventing me from sprinting.
“Let me get that for you.”
Walt’s voice scares me so bad, I almost blast through the door he’s trying to open for me.