I glared at Battle.
Then I stood, handed Snowball to Prue and pointed at the duke.
“You, a word,” I demanded.
With that, I stormed out.
I ducked into the blue salon, and mercifully, not making more of a fool of me, within a few seconds, Battle followed.
It was my turn to get up in his face.
This I did.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
He closed the door he’d barely cleared before I confronted him and turned back to me.
“I didn’t make a secret of the fact I liked you in that dress,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world to say what he’d said in the other room in front of his friends…and his sisters.
“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with that woman, but I want no part in it,” I declared.
“Allow me to educate you in English manners. Even if you have no idea someone is going to arrive at your door with luggage, you open your door for them and their luggage.”
“I’ll file that tidbit away for the never I’m going to need it.”
He let out a massive breath and shared, “Somehow, she found out. In other words, she knows you’re here.”
“Well, obviously, since I just got used in whatever game you’re playing.”
“It’s not my game, it’s hers. And I didn’t use you. I stated a truth.”
My head ticked to the side angrily. “No?”
“Again, Vivienne, she knows you’re here,” he stressed. “Did Prue or Chassie tell you who she is?”
“Your ex.”
“She was not at one with my decision to end us.”
“No shit?”
His lips twitched.
As hot as that was…
Oh no he didn’t.
This was not funny.
“Leave me out of it,” I ordered.
“Unfortunately, I’ve no choice. You’re in it.”
“So now you’re going to pretend something is happening with you and me so you can use me as your shield to keep your ex at bay?”
“I’m not pretending anything, Vivienne. I very seriously wanted to fuck you in that dress.”
I stared.
