The logical part of me wants to disappear, run back home, and never set foot in this house again, but the other… The other feels a pull in her stomach. The kind I shouldn’t.
“Then what? What’s the plan, sitter girl? Stay in my bed while I beat my cock?”
My mouth dips open.
“Watch me finish what you so rudely interrupted?” He presents me with a bunch of empty threats.
Only, they don’t sound empty.
He leans even closer and whispers, “Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen if you don’t get your tight little ass out of my bed in the next five seconds.”
You’d think the bastard is hoarding every bit of oxygen in the room.
“Or… did you want to put that pouty mouth to use?” He stops, his focus aimed at my lips. “Can’t promise you a raise, but you sure could get one out of me.”
His eyes drift to his crotch for clarification, and my cheeks heat up. He’s just putting on a show now. Trying to send me packing. To disgust me out of this job. Whatever works. Too bad I need the money more than this boy needs therapy.
My next move as clear as his superiority complex, I rise off the bed, guide my palms to his broad shoulders and smile at the question marks plaguing his eyes. His skin is flaming hot. Soft, too. And he smells good, but I’d rather drink toilet water than acknowledge it.
Then… I knee him in the balls.
Hard.
His groan of pain is nowhere near as satisfying as the look on his face when I push him off me and stuff my legs into my pajama shorts. He bends forward, holding his crotch and staring bullets through my skull as I pick up my bag of clothes.
“Let’s make something clear.” I look him dead in the eyes. “The only thing this mouth is ever going to do for you is telling you to fuck off.”
With that said, I grab my phone on the nightstand and haul ass out of there. I’m sauntering to one of the many guest rooms in the Richardses’ house when I realize…
I just did that.
I just kneed my boss’s son in the balls on my first day on the job. My hands trembling, I lock myself into an empty bedroom three doors down and think back to the hatred in his eyes when I walked out.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I can kiss my quiet summer by the pool goodbye.
I know better than to think Finn Richards won’t get me back twice as hard the moment I let my guard down. Because I didn’t just put an asshole in his place.
No, what I did in there…
…was declare war.