Page 13 of Her Fiance’s Father

“You want someone to talk to? Go talk to Clarice. I’m sure she’s got lots to say.”

Kyle snorts one of those arrogant laughs that high school quarterbacks in movies always have. “Ah, so that’s what this is about. You’re mad I stole your woman!”

Robert’s disappointment in his son is so obvious it could be seen by a person on the other side of the globe. He closes his eyes, drops his chin, and shakes his head.

“Kyle, you two can go spend the rest of your lives together. I do not care.”

I don’t know how Robert can keep his cool right now. I’m boiling up inside just watching this. Kyle’s audacity is unbelievable. If I was a big guy, I’d find it hard not to ball up my fist and knock him out.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind.

“I’m gonna tell you once more, Kyle,” Robert says as I stride out around the corner, my body tense like I’m about to compete in the Olympics. “Get out of—”

He doesn’t even get a chance to finish. I slide in front of him, throw my arms around his neck, and pull his lips to mine.

I kiss him deeply with every ounce of desire in my body. I moan into his mouth and hear an audible gasp behind me from Kyle as he’s forced to watch me make out with his father.

Yeah, well, this is what you deserve, dickhole.

He says nothing as we continue to kiss for at least ten seconds. When I finally let go, even Robert looks shocked. But his expression quickly shifts into one of lust and amusement. I smirk at him before turning around to face Kyle.

“You and me are not happening. Are we clear?”

For a moment, he just stares at me, like he’s been hypnotized.

But then, like a gunshot, he leaps at me with both hands aimed at my throat. “You bitch!”

It happens so fast that it barely even registers. Robert sweeps out from behind me and grabs his son by the shoulders. He slams him into the wall and presses him there. Hard. My heart pounds inside my chest as Kyle struggles to get free. But it’s no use. Robert is too strong, too big, and too determined. A volcano of a man, two seconds from erupting.

“Don’t ever do anything like that again,” he growls. “Katie is mine. Understand? You don’t lay a finger on her.”

With one hand, he presses the elevator button. The doors open instantly, and he shoves his son inside.

“Whatever,” Kyle scoffs, throwing a scowl my way. “She’s secondhand goods anyway.”

Robert laughs. He sees right through his son’s lies. “No. She’s not.”

The elevator doors close, and it goes down. Robert quickly turns to me. I throw myself into his arms.

“He’s lying!” I blurt out. “We never did anything, Robert. I never let him touch me—”

“I know, baby. I know.” His voice is low and tense but kind at the same time. It fills me with relief as I rest my head against his musclebound chest. “That was some move. Kissing me like that.”

I hear the smile on his lips and look up to see his eyes gleaming down at me. My cheeks instantly heat up. My thighs start to tingle.

There I go again, melting like butter.

The desire in his face is obvious, even as he tries to hide it. He’s still trying to be a gentleman. Let me take my time. But as I play back what just happened, as I stare at the brutal angles of his gorgeous face, as I feel the heat radiating off his brawny body, I’m hit with a truth.

My desire is just as intense. Maybe even more so.

“Robert,” I whisper, my lips trembling.

“Yes, angel?”

“I–I’m ready.”

My whole body buzzes as he drags his eyes over me. What a strong gaze. I feel so delightfully small standing next to him. He must be at least a foot taller than me, and he’s stacked with muscles. Without even thinking, I start to imagine how incredible he must look under those linen pants and expensive button-up.