With her lower body bared to me, my possession, I’d released my iron hard shaft and –
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
Chapter Five
Hayley
Oh, God. Roxanne.
Alaric spun around, pressing me back against the counter. My hot arousal, my need for his body, his cock invading me, shriveled and vanished within seconds. The courage-offering vodka in my system failed me when I needed it most. I’d told Roxanne I wasn’t sleeping with my boss. Yet here I was, all but screwing him on her kitchen counter.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I blinked, edging my way out from behind Alaric’s big form standing between me and my obviously pissed off sister. I coughed, my embarrassment and humiliation surely on display for both of them to read. My face hot, I glanced up to find Alaric staring down, his gray eyes cold and deadly dangerous.
I suspected I was now as sober as a judge.
“Um, this is A – Alaric,” I muttered, trying to hide my face from his scrutiny. “Alaric, this is my s – sister, R – Roxanne.”
“Ah,” Alaric commented, sardonic. “The rich widow.”
Roxanne’s pouty mouth bowed down in blatant disapproval while her blue eyes snapped with ire. She looked Alaric up and down in a haughty manner that made me wish the kitchen floor would open up and swallow me whole.
“You’re her boss, aren’t you?” she snapped. “She said she wasn’t screwing you.”
I cringed. “Oh, jeez, Roxanne, that’s enough.”
“Nor is it any of your business,” Alaric growled.
“It is if you’re fucking her in my house.”
“We’re not –” I cried in desperation, clinging to my side, “we didn’t –”
“You’re such an idiot, Hayley,” Roxanne grated. “He’ll use you and throw you in the trash. Not that you don’t deserve it.”
“You shut your mouth.” Alaric took a menacing step towards Roxanne. “Who are you to put her down like that? Eh?”
“You don’t know her very well, do you?” Roxanne’s brows arched in contempt. “You must be as dumb as she is.”
“You’re a nasty creature, aren’t you?”
Roxanne barked a harsh laugh. “Look who’s talking. You’re kinda cute, but you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with her. You should axe her now and get it over with.”
“Roxanne –”
“He’ll get you pregnant, dearie, then dump your ass. I promise, you won’t come back here begging for me to help.”
No.” Alaric stared down into Roxanne’s malicious smile. “She won’t. On either count. You, on the other hand, might consider rethinking your strategy. One day, you may come crawling to Hayley and in dire need ofherhelp.”
“That’ll never happen. Now get out of my house and take your squeeze with you.”
Roxanne spun on her heels and stalked from the kitchen. Perhaps feeling my trembling, Alaric looked down at me. I tried to hide behind my wealth of hair, but he smoothed it away from my face. I peeped up at Alaric with trepidation, but tried my best to smile.
“Come with me,” he said, taking my hand.
It seemed so odd that within the span of fifteen minutes, my life had turned upside down. I’d gotten drunk to escapeRoxanne’s hatred for a time, and now I’d agreed to marry this near stranger. I’m leaving my home with his hand in mine, the knowledge that I’m expected to live with him spinning my head around.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me toward the big truck parked at the curb.
