Uh-uh.
Not this girl.
Something tells me to stay the hell away from this girl.
Myownsense of self-preservation, maybe.
She’s too much of a force. A presence.
There would be nothing quick and easy about her.
“I came to speak with you about my parents’ debt,” she says, her voice even. Mostly. There’s the tiniest hitch at the end that sours my stomach. “I want to make you an offer.”
I’m caught off guard. “What could you possibly offer me, little girl?”
She stays quiet.
That quiet stretches until the answer is obvious.
Son of a bitch.
Is she…did she come here to offer sex in exchange for the forgiveness of her parents’ late mortgage payments? Did her father send her to my doorstep on this mission?
I lower the gun, slowly, mainly because ire has caused my arms to shake. “If your father sent you here to do this, I will kill him with my bare hands.”
She’s rapidly shaking her head. “My parents don’t know I’m here. They never would have let me come and do something like this.”
“Then they’re smarter than they look,” I bark.
A sharp light flashes in her blue eyes. My dig at her parents pissed her off.
My lord, her spirit is fierce.
That, and that fact that she’s a fuckable little thing, have me considering…just for a split second…accepting the offer. Slaking my hunger with her body and cancelling the overdue payments. It would be so easy. Hell, I don’t need the money. I’m richer than Midas. Thanks to the high stakes riverboat poker game that made me a multi-millionaire straight out of prison, I couldn’t spend the money I have in the bank in two lifetimes.
But I wouldn’t be satisfied with one tumble in the hay with this one.
My gut is ringing with that truth.
She’d…sink in deep. Get her claws in me.
I will not allow that.
“Invite me in, so we can discuss this properly,” she says, dismounting her horse. “Or are you not a gentleman?”
Christ, she can’t be more than five foot two. “I’mnota gentleman. That’s why you shouldn’t want to be alone in my house with me.”
“Why? You might try and have sex with me?” She cocks an eyebrow, as if to say, try and keep up. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I could take the sex and still refuse to cancel the debt. Have you thought of that?”
Her lips part on a tiny gasp. “You have no honor?”
“Not a fucking ounce, little girl. Get back on your horse and go home.”
“Nope.” She saunters toward me, this wild brat in painted-on jeans, cowboy boots, her juicy nipples, so pink and succulent. “I’m coming in.”
“Get gone!” I roar. “Now!”
