I jerk open the door, filling the opening as I glare.
Ken turns to me, his eyes growing wide. “Your Grace.”
I should have known it was that little shit. I need to fire him but now is hardly the moment. “Yes?”
“I was just checking on Katarina. She left so suddenly…”
My eyes narrow. I know he’s lying. I run a hand through my hair. Since Katarina never had a chance to touch it, the strands are all in place. I don’t lie. It’s a personal policy of mine.
“She’s in the bathroom,” I say by way of answer.
Ken winces, feigning sympathy. “Was it something she ate?”
“I doubt it.”
Ken nods, like I’ve given him real information instead of not so subtly telling him to mind his own business. “Should I send someone up so you can return to the party?”
No one tells me what to do. Not even passive aggressively. Even my mother has given up trying. So why does this wedding planner think he’s got the right? “No.”
His jaw hardens. “Should we discuss next steps?”
“The next step is that you give me a list of your potential replacements,” I rumble and then close the door.
Maybe I should have been nicer.
I cross Katarina’s room, heading for the bathroom door.
She and I have several topics that require discussion as well.
But not tonight. Tonight is for enjoying the moment. Tomorrow, we will get back to what we’re both really here for.
Revenge.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Katarina
I waketo the sun streaming in through the windows.
Win and I are in a deadlocked competition and I’m losing. I know it’s true, because I don’t even feel like fighting, and I always feel like fighting.
But he’s turned my bones to jelly after last night.
I had no idea that a man touching me would be that…consuming.
And now, I’m not sure I want to do anything but wrap myself around him like the kitten he called me.
I’d like to rub against him while I purr…
I push myself up from the bed, giving my face a little smack.
This is Win…
The man who straight up told me that I was staying with him whether I liked it or not. He’s the man who stole my money. The man who pinned me to the wall.
But he’s also the man who kissed me with such tenderness.
I snort to myself.Get it together, Katarina.I throw the covers back and push up from the bed.You’re not that starved for affection.
