“Hmm.”
“As much as you hate to admit, we’re evenly matched, Win.”
As traffic slows to a halt, I take my time perusing her. With the sunlight streaming in and kissing her golden skin, she’s very much a vision. Real. Unlike any other woman I’ve had in my grasp before. Her innocence is charming, but it’s only for my benefit. Beneath that façade is a filthy freak like me. So, maybe we are evenly matched where our sexual proclivities are concerned.
“Where are we going?” she asks when I pull up in front of a building.
“To get you a new phone. Stay here.”
I’d called ahead, so as soon as I walk into the store, the manager meets me with the newest iPhone already set up and ready to go. This one is on my plan. After I program my number into it and text myself, I walk back outside and climb into my vehicle.
“Here,” I state, thrusting the phone at her. “Send me a picture so I know it works.”
The sassy girl makes a stupid duck face and then my phone buzzes in my pocket.
“I’m not paying for that picture,” I say, smirking at her. “Which reminds me. Change your online banking password and set up Apple Pay on this phone.”
“You’re so bossy.”
“I think you meant to say, ‘thank you.’”
She leans over the console, grabs my tie, and pulls me to her. “Thank you.”
I allow the greedy girl to kiss me for free, and then I pull away so we can head to our next destination. While she messes with the new phone, I ponder how I’m going to ruin the triplets’ lives. I’ve already fucked up Harvard for them, but it’s not enough. I hadn’t been joking to Keaton about Mother having hitmen, and I’m seriously considering tapping one. We have a meticulous list of the best killers money can buy. Those three little fuckfaces are polluting the goddamn planet with their toxic presence.
“You’re growling,” Ash says, jerking me from my internal thought. “I have an idea to make you smile, but it’s going to cost you.”
“Maybe I don’t want to smile.”
“Play along, Win, and I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
I lift a brow. “I’ll bite.”
“Get your coupon book out . . .”
“For fuck’s sake, Cinderelliott.”
But, because this girl has me all wrapped up in her and tangled in a fucking mess, I tug the coupon book from my shirt pocket and toss it at her.
“Now, try to take the stick out of your ass and enjoy this,” she says, patting me on my thigh. “I’ll make it worth it.”
8
Ash
He’s never had candy.
What sort of horrible childhood did he have to endure growing up? I’m still reeling at his confession when we pull up to the shop my dad and I used to go to a lot after Mom died. It makes sense why he was so uninterested about my candy store coupon. I’m giddy at the prospect of getting to show him how much fun a candy store can be.
“I need to earn a few hundred bucks before we go inside,” I tell him. “Tell me how.”
His blue eyes are sharp as he sweeps his gaze over me. “Easy. Take off your bra.”
“This tank is see-through,” I argue.
“It’s not my fault you chose that shirt. Want to make five hundred bucks or not?” He pulls his wallet from his slacks and flips it open, his eyebrow arching in that maddening challenging way that makes my blood boil.
“Fine. Give me all the money in your wallet and I’ll get rid of my panties too.”
His gaze darkens. “Right here? With people walking by?”
“I’ll be quick.”
He chuckles, tugs the money out of his wallet, and tosses all the bills at me. They rain down into my lap, slide between the seat and the console, and onto the floor. Bastard. I take my time gathering them up and counting them. Eighteen hundred dollars. Worth it. I shove the money into my purse and then set to removing my bra. Once it’s gone and shoved into my backpack, I unbutton my capris and slide the zipper down.
“Oh,” I gasp, feigning surprise. “Where did they go? I must have done it already. My bad.”
The shock that registers on his features is brief, but pride washes through me knowing I put it there, no matter how short a time.
“I see how it is,” he growls, his hand smacking mine away. “Let me touch you right here, and I’ll match the cash I just gave you with a deposit to your Apple Pay.”
“Eighteen hundred dollars to finger me?” I let out a breathy laugh. “You twisted my arm. Okay.”
His fingertips tease the skin on my lower belly before he pushes a finger between the lips of my pussy, sliding against my clit and making me jolt. “You’re wet. The idea of walking around a candy store with no panties on makes your pussy wet.”