Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,21
rises the next morning. My thoughts are still on Eve and the quick hold she has on me already. I’d love to hear her story and show her a different side of me when an idea hits me. Grabbing for my phone, I send a text to the only woman I’ve ever loved—the person I call Grams.
For a woman nearing her nineties, though she looks like she’s in her seventies, she’s very tech savvy and prefers messages over phone calls, especially since she’s on vacation. I say vacation but spending the week with my aunt Karen is its own living hell. But Grandma endures because, like my piece of shit father, she loves all her children.
Me: Do you mind if I run out to the farm to ride today?
She’ll fuss at me, but this is also my way of checking in on her.
Grams: Oh, honey, you don’t ever have to ask.
She’s the only person in my life who’s given me affection, and the only person besides my best friends I give two flying fucks about. My grandmother has been my weakness, one of the only people I’d move heaven and earth for. That is until a feisty and curvy brunette entered my life.
My grandmother has never had to say this. I’m her favorite, and this isn’t my ego, but a fact.
I pull at my phone and send my new Kitten a message.
Me: Kitten, be ready in an hour.
I don’t say anything else because why would I?
Chapter Eleven
Eve
“Where are we going, Sir?” I’ve asked him this several times from the back seat of his Town Car. “Do you not drive, Sir?” Again, he’s ignoring me. He’s given me a little hint into the non-douche part of Chadwick Westbrook for a single millisecond, and then he’s back to his overly asshole ways the next.
“Are you ignoring me, Sir?” The s in sir is emphasized just enough to get his attention. Yeah, it sure as shit has accomplished this when he swings his stare to me.
“Kitten, dial it down a little because I’d hate to spank you on this excursion of ours in my quest to get to know you better. As for me, what you see is what you get when it comes to me.”
You mean a total prick? It’s what I want to say, but I don’t. I’ve learned how my mouth needs to be a little tamer with Chadwick—at least until I can win this ludicrous fucking bet and pad my savings with a hundred K.
“It’s dialed down, Sir,” I reply, slightly emphasizing the d on down. His gaze sweeps to mine, and I can feel his stare pinning me to the window.
“Ah, good to hear this.” Now it’s his sardonic tone filling the car, but I stay quiet. It’s best for me and my ass.
Sitting in silence, I continue to study the view out the window on this already hour-long drive from his mansion sex club.
I don’t realize I’m doing it when my hands land in my mouth, and I’m biting my nails.
“Evelyn.” His voice is demanding in and of itself, and the timbre assaults my ears. What in the fuckity fuck could I have done?
I swing my eyes to his. “Yes, Sir?”
He swats at my hands in my mouth. “That’s a disgusting habit, and it needs to end now.”
I move my head to the side in order that his incessant stare can’t see the roll of my eyes. Hell, this man is bossy to the hundredth degree.
“I went through your clothes last night.” I whip my head around so fast it would normally cause whiplash.
“You what?” He bends his lips into a snarl, and I change my sentence. “You what, Sir?”
“I told you not to get used to your shit. Now, I wouldn’t just throw it away.”
He wouldn’t? That’s news to me with his controlling ways.
“But…” He pauses, indicating there’s more. “I did have it packed up and moved to storage in the club. You won’t need it. Certainly not your Betty Boop or Garfield underwear.”
I blush. Of course he went through my panties. “Don’t forget my Jetson and Flintstone underwear, too.” I’m tapping my chin because I have a whole array of cartoon undies. “Let’s see, there’s also Wonder Woman and about ten other shows I must own in the panty department, Sir.”
“Oh, yay, just what a man wants to hear. Can’t say Barney Rubble on your ample ass would be a turn-on.”
“Are you trying to change me, Mr. Westbrook, Sir?”
He ignores me, and the idea of