Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(32)

“Tony. But I get the feeling you already know that.”

He nodded again.

“And you’ve known this since when?”

He didn’t answer.

“Since before we f*cked the other night?” She used the crude word to emphasise her anger.

His hot gaze zeroed in on her. But he didn’t deny it. The bastard.

“You did,” she breathed. “Is that why you did me?”

“In what way would knowing Tony Nash is your father impact on my decision to have sex with you?”

She said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t react at all. She was too damn shocked. But he wasn’t knowing it. She wasn’t losing it. Not here. Not now.

“He sent my father some pretty interesting letters.” Connor added. “Did you come here to carry out his threats?”

Oh god, he knew.

“Did you f*ck me so you could use it against me?” she asked, rallying. “Because too bad, Connor, I’m still coming after you.”

“No, I think you’ll come first actually,” he grinned evilly. “Like you did last time.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already have.” He peered down at her in mock concern. “That wasn’t your best shot, it must be the drug still circulating in your system,” he soothed.

She seethed.

“Do you think I prostituted myself for the sake of my company? Because of some baseless threat you might make?” He leaned in, his voice a whisper. “Nice to know what you think of me, or is it just that that’s the sort of thing you’d do?” He lifted her chin with his hand. “Is that it? You screwed me in the hope you could use it to get something more out of me?”

“Who’s the bitch now?” She hadn’t even known who he was.

He laughed. “You really don’t trust me, do you? But you’re so prickly, I don’t think you trust anyone. Poor Sugar,” he whispered. “Some one really hurt you, didn’t he?”

“What makes you so certain it was a ‘he’?”

“Wow,” he murmured. “You definitely were hurt.” He rubbed her lip with his thumb. “What is it you think you can do?”

She jerked her chin from his grip with a wild toss of her head. “I’ll tell you when I meet with both you and Rex.”

“You’re not going to get that opportunity. He and my mother are on a cruise. Sorry Sugarlips, but I’m in charge. You’re going to have to settle your little score with me.”

Her little score? The guy really had no clue.

“You planning to expose us?” he asked.

Yes.

Because now she realized that’s what he feared. Well maybe she would let the world know what a phony set-up the Summerhill scene was. And everyone should know how people like him screwed people like her.

He nodded. “I thought so. Not going to happen Sugar.”

Because he’d slept with her?

“You don’t think,” she snapped.

“I know.”

And now so did she. She got what he’d done—he had prostituted himself.

“I protect what’s mine, Savannah. I won’t let you drag Summerhill down.” He peeled away from her, his smile back in place as he turned to go face his fawning customers.

Savannah stepped forward too, her brain scrambled.

Connor knew who she was. Knew her father blamed Rex for his financial ruin. What else did he know—that her father had then sold the hotel and gambled every last cent away?

Did he know the reason for her father’s desperate attempts to succeed? Why it was that he’d risk everything? Savannah didn’t dare pick up any bottle now, the urge to vent her frustration was too powerful. She’d throw it at his head.

And she had a damn good aim.

For hours tonight she’d mixed drink after drink, mistress of her domain. She’d needed to reclaim her space after last night and she’d refused to let the jerks unnerve her.

Only now she couldn’t face fighting more tonight—not him. Not herself.

She needed to go home and pull herself together and plan.

Less than ten minutes after the confrontation, she snuck into the kitchen while Connor was busy with yet another group of gorgeous snow queens.

“Luca.”

He glanced up and immediately walked over. “What is it?”

“I need to go home now.”

“You need me to call Austin?” he looked concerned.

“No. I just... I’m tired.” So damn tired.

“Delayed reaction,” Krista materialised. “I’ll take her, Luca you stay here and manage.”

“You’ll come back?” Luca checked with his lover.

Krista nodded. “Come on Savannah,” she said with a wink. “Let’s get out of here before Connor notices you’ve gone.”

Savannah chuckled and pulled on her coat. A moment of female solidarity was rare. And nice.

Luca pulled Krista close and quickly kissed her.

Savannah headed towards the door. “I’ll wait by your car.”

A minute later Krista came out and unlocked the car. She drove for a minute, cranking up the heating. “So, what it is it between you Connor?”

“Nothing.” Savannah winced. Luca must have told her about the kitchen kiss.