Page 90 of Handsome Devil
So she hated me. I’d never been drawn to women who didn’t like me.
Other than her.
Maybe I’d screwed a few, but I’d never spent even this much time thinking about any of those women.
With Devi, I couldn’t even let my guard down enough to stop thinking about her.
Just sharing the same air was a battle. A competition. It always had been.
And every time we got in a room together this week, weapons were drawn. Her will clashed violently with mine, and sparks flew.
I wanted to pin her down and win the fucking battle, already. Naked. And possibly repeatedly.
Why? It made no sense.
She wasn’t even a formidable opponent. She was in a totally different world than I was, financially, but most people were. She was beautiful, but I’d been with other beautiful women. More accomplished women.
Yet here I was watching her across the room, just like I did in high school. Preoccupied withthiswoman. A woman who either truly had zero interest in me, or would rather fight me in a cage match than admit to having any.
Clearly, she resented me. She knew I had the power here, but she was strong. She wasn’t bowing to me. I still didn’t sense any weakness in her, no chink in her armor.
Thatwas what interested me.
Even threatened, she stepped up.
Weakness turned me off. It always had. So, I just had to find a weakness in her, and then I’d be able to get past it, dismiss her and move on.
That was all it was.
I did not need to fuck her to get her out of my system.
Sex with her would not be as hot as I imagined it would be.
There was no way she wanted to fuck me, anyway. That delusion lived solely in my dick.
Or did it?
Was Devi Sereda one of those women who claimed to hate me but still wanted to fuck me? Sex was another language, and it didn’t have to agree with the words that came out of a person’s mouth, or the way they felt about you in general, right?
Or the deadly looks they shot your way every time they thought you weren’t looking.
Yeah, she was doing that. Right now.
At least she was looking at me. Hell of a lot more than she did in high school.
Then she turned away, and for a moment I thought I’d won our little staring contest. But something seemed to have snagged her attention and she started moving through the crowd.
I turned… to find that my mother had arrived. She was floating through the room—with Bradley, Valhalla’s VP of Finance… on a direct collision course with Devi.
Holy fuck. She was trying to outplay me. With my own mother.
Maybe she’d decided that if she had to prove herself to me to save her job, she’d rather go right over my head—and impress my mother instead?
Or… maybe she had something worse in mind.
Much, much worse.
I beelined across the room to intercept her.
