Olivia - hot and cold
"So hanging out huh?" I said, sitting down to breakfast with Harmon in his suite, wrapped in nothing but a sheet. "What does that look like, daddy?"
"For starters, put some damn clothes on, Miss Hunter. No more calling me daddy. What I said earlier about us having sex—" Harmon rambled, attempting his stoic voice but today there was a slight quiver in it, a fact that delighted me.
"Haven't showered yet," I interrupted, not interested in whatever he had to say about us not having sex as I reached for a bagel. "No clean clothes here either. Not sure what JR did with last night's dress," I chirped.
That last part was a lie. JR wasn't the one to strip me bare and lay me down in Harmon's bed. That was all me. The dress was tucked away under the bed, but he didn't need to know that. If I was going to seduce the truth out of him, clothes were the enemy.
I missed him so damn much last night after JR scared the wits out of me that my drunken brain convinced me once more that it was okay to fuck him. And I would have too, if I were awake when he finally came to bed.
Back and forth the voices in my head went, arguing for and against fucking him. How soon would it be okay to make it happen, if at all?
"You let her undress you?" Harmon asked, his stoic voice low and controlled once more as he grabbed the bagel out of my hand.
I would have thought nothing of this a week ago as I watched him cut the bagel open and lather it in cream cheese. He did this kind of thing all the time. He was always looking for ways to take care of me. The way he sawed through that bagel made it clear that his actions were less about me and more about venting his frustrations.
"Who could say? I was black out drunk," I said, feigning innocence. "Go easy on the poor bagel, daddy," I said in my sickly sweet voice, reaching over to take the butter knife from him.
He dropped the knife, the sound of it clanging against a plate deafening as he grabbed my wrist in its stead.
"You knew she was dangerous and you still brought her to my suite and let her undress daddy's baby girl?" he asked, danger flashing in his eyes as I looked up at him and our gazes met.
"No touching, remember?" I said softly, transfixed by his heated gaze. "If I can't call you daddy, you can't call yourself that either. No baby girl, no daddy, Mr. Chancellor sir," I flirted coyly.
"Miss Hunter, do you understand the security risks of bringing a stranger to my suite? To both Cupid's Cove and Hunter Industries?" he asked, his nostrils flaring as his hold on my wrist tightened.
"I said no touching," I said, trying to liberate my wrist as I let his words sink into my fragile, yearning heart.
Just like yesterday, his grip was fierce as he glared at me, but instead of being afraid I was getting wet. Anger flooded my body as I persisted in trying to pull away. The heat seeping into my skin from where he held onto me only turned me on more, masochist that I was.
"Would that you had said that to the assassin you had in my suite last night, Miss Hunter," he persisted. "Clearly I made the right call. You're not leaving this room. I'll make sure of it."
"Fuck you and your hot and cold bullshit, Harmon," I snapped. "I get it, okay? I fucked up. I'm just a stupid whore to you. Now let go," I insisted, rising to my feet.
What the fuck was I playing at? I wasn't intimidating this man, whoever the fuck he was. He and JR traded death threats like it was a fucking game. I was lying my ass off too. Still I stood my ground, breathing fire, refusing to back down.
"What did you say? You're what to me?" he asked, his eyes cast down, his voice rising in pitch abruptly.
Why the fuck was I so fucking turned on? My pussy ached sweetly at the sound of his tortured voice.
"Just another fuck apparently," I said with a shrug. "You're just like everyone else. All you want from me—"
"Shut your fucking mouth," he said sharply, rising gracefully from his seat.
Still refusing to let my wrist go, Adonis made his way over to my side of the table. My heart constricted as I came face to face with his handsome features.
Strong jawline. Sharp, cold brown eyes. Soft, kissable lips. Silky, jade black hair. I had never laid eyes on a face so devastatingly attractive before him and likely never would. One look into his eyes and I was weak in the knees. He wiped the fight right out of me as he entered my personal space.
"Never, ever say shit like that about you and me again. This right here is fucking for life," he said huskily, towering over me as he let go of my wrist to interlace our fingers, our noses brushing up against each other's. "No other woman to lie next to me in bed will ever mean to me what you do."
"Right, because I'm your sister, right?" I asked in a provocative voice as his lips neared mine.
I felt his warm breath mix with mine as he raised his gaze to my eyes once more.
"What's so wrong with that? That's what we were before the fucking. Family," he said, raising our joined hands in between our lips to kiss the back of my hand.
"Siblings don't do this, Harmon. Brothers don't offer to fuck you as much as you like," I said, letting my eyelids fall closed as he took my hand in both of his, lowered his lips to my wrist and sucked on it, making me moan softly.
"It was a mistake. This is all a big mistake you're making, Olive. My clever baby girl, stop giving me reasons to touch you. Stop taunting daddy," he said, calling me out as he dropped my hand and moved to step back.
"Her lips taste like strawberries," I said, looping my arms around his neck, drawing close to him once more. "Her pussy—"
"Stop it. Just stop," he snapped, ripping my arms away from his body, spinning around on his heel and walking away one more time. "I don't want to hear it."
"You asked me what we did in your suite, remember? Don't you need to make sure I wasn't stupid enough to let her near your shit?" I persisted, coming up behind him, fingers itching to touch him again.
My mind was a mess. Another rejection. Only this time it stung just a little less. I didn't care nearly as much. Focused on my goal, I pushed past it and forged on. I couldn't stop myself from wanting to torment him.
"Security risks and all that, right? I'll give you a detailed play by play," I said, slipping my arms around his waist from behind. "We stumbled through the door, tongues down each other's throats, because stupid whore that I am, I brought her here. Then—"
"Fuck security risks, Olive," he bellowed, grabbing onto my hands and raising them up to his chest. "She could have fucking hurt you," he roared, what little was left of his composure disappearing altogether. "She kills for a living, Olivia. Do you get that?"