“You’ve married Georgia, I’ve heard?” I offered him an in that he didn’t take, merely nodding at my question. “Nice girl, I’m sure.”
“You’d think so,” he finally muttered. “Not as nice as the younger one.”
The hairs on the back of my hand stood on end, and I glared at him from across the table.
“I’m assuming you mean Violet?” I asked. “She’s sixteen... A little young to catch your eye, don’t you think?”
“Her, yeah,” he said, giving me a hearty laugh. “Nothing better than a bit of jail bait to get a man going, is there, Windsor?”
I stared at him in disgust, and he leaned in closer. I didn’t like the smile playing on his lips, suggesting we were pals or even colleagues in his hunt for not-even-legal pussy.
“Come on man,” he said quietly. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never been tempted. I’ve seen the way that girl stares at you at social functions. I bet you’ve thought about putting your dick inside that virgin pussy, haven’t you?”
My mouth set in a thin line, and I still refused to reply. Not that it bothered him. He chuckled again, like we were both part of some sick inside joke I didn’t want to understand.
“Well, since we’re on the topic,” he went on. “And you don’t seem too thrilled about the idea of Violet Cabot and her unpopped cherry… I was hoping you could give me some advice?”
“I was under the impression this was a business meeting,” I replied coolly. “I didn’t think we’d be discussing the deflowering of a family friend—if she’s even still a virgin.”
“Definite virgin,” he corrected me with a sly smile. “I have it on good authority she remains untouched. Not that it will stay that way if I have anything to do with it.”
I leaned forward, my elbows on the table and my fingers intertwined as I said, “So let me get this straight. You wanted to meet me to discuss a business proposal, but all you’re talking about now is this sixteen-year-old, who is not only your wife’s sister, completely illegal, but also has shown no interest in you…”
“No interest?” he laughed, running his fingers through his dark brown hair as he stared me down. “You should try that again, Windsor. She’s practically gagging for it, she just doesn’t know what those feelings mean. So you could say I’ve taken it upon myself to introduce her to this world. To show her what she really wants, to give her a place in her Daddy’s business world.”
“And what might that place be?” I wondered out loud. “Doing Daddy’s business partners?”
His grin got wider, and he licked his meaty lips, making me recoil in disgust.
“If I order her to do so,” he replied quickly. “Let’s just say I like pretty things. I’m a collector, Devlin. And I wouldn’t mind it one bit if little Violet was part of my collection.”
“You’re married to her sister,” I reminded him. “It hasn’t even been six months since you said your damn vows.”
“You can’t expect me to stay faithful to one woman for the rest of my life,” the man laughed. “I mean, I’m sure you aren’t going to do that, either. Those vows… they’re for show. Didn’t your parents constantly cheat on each other?”
My mouth set in a thin line. I didn’t grace him with an answer, but my mind was finally made up about Connor. He was a piece of shit.
“So, why did you want to meet me?” I cut to the chase.
“I want your help in getting Violet Cabot,” he replied firmly. This was obviously something he’d given thought to already, and he was intent on getting what he wanted. “You’re going to help me convince her that she can trust me. You’re going to point her in my direction so I can give her what she doesn’t know she wants yet.”
“And what’s in it for me?” I asked through gritted teeth. “What do I get if I help you with Violet?”
I’d already made up my mind about the piece of shit sitting across from me at the table, but he didn’t need to know that. I’d deliver the blow at the end of our meeting, or whatever the fuck it was. For now, I needed to find out as much as I possibly could about this Connor character, try to stop him before he did something harmful to Violet.
“I’ll let you have a taste,” he replied with a wide smile. “Maybe I’ll let you have one of her holes for the very first time. I’ll also make sure you get paid. As long as I get to keep her.”
I folded my napkin and placed it back on the table, glaring at Connor from across the table.
“You’re a sad excuse for a human being, aren’t you?” I asked him thoughtfully.
“Excuse me?” he roared to life. I half-expected him to start banging his chest like a gorilla. “Are you denying my offer?”