Ruthless Rival (Cruel Castaways #1)(43)

“I’m saying the pieces of the puzzle aren’t adding up, and I’m not going to give up until I get the full picture.”

“Tell me, Ms. Roth. What’s going to happen if you lose this case?”

“I don’t lose,” I said quickly, too quickly. Because not wanting to lose was a better incentive than actually asking myself the million-dollar question—whether Dad was guilty or not.

There was a beat. The silence hung in the humid, hot air like a sword over a neck.

“Meet me in the wet sauna in twenty minutes.” The words ripped out from his mouth, like he was fighting them. He turned and stalked away. I watched his triangle back, sensing I’d seen it before. Touched it, even. But it couldn’t be. I’d remember a man like that if I’d gone to bed with him. The only other person who’d ever made me feel quite so desperate for something I could never define was long gone. Nicky had died, and even after I’d been told that he’d died, I still vainly looked for him every now and then.

But Christian was here, and Christian was different. Callous and cunning, miles away from the sweet, surly boy who’d stolen my heart.

I was going to do what I needed to do to protect the only man in my life who cared.

Even if it meant dying on the sword of my principles.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN


CHRISTIAN

Present

Something about you feels familiar.

The sentence had undone me, and here I was, twenty minutes later, sitting on the wooden bench in the wet sauna, waiting for Arya.

It didn’t help that she looked good enough to eat in her red bikini. Or that I’d been hitting the Brewtherhood almost every night, hoping she’d defy me by showing up. Picking up where we’d left things off last time.

I rested my head against the wall, beads of sweat slithering down my torso into the white towel wrapped around my waist. I was hard. I was always hard when Arya Roth was around. And for some reason, she always seemed to be around. I couldn’t get rid of her, now that she’d reentered my sphere.

I detested that she’d come to the pretrial hearing. Not only because it had made me deal with a constant semi while exchanging golf tips with Judge Lopez, but also because seeing her miserable didn’t have the desired effect on me. As much as I hated her—and I truly did—her father was my main fish to fry.

Not to mention Claire was getting antsy. I hadn’t invited her over since the hearing had begun, and it didn’t help that she’d noticed I couldn’t take my eyes off Arya whenever we were in the same room. I had to remind myself that Claire knew it had never been serious. That I’d stressed it to her time and time again.

The door of the sauna whined open and shut. My eyes remained closed. I waited for her to say something. She was the one who’d jumped through hoops to find me, after all.

“Christian.” Her voice was raspy, full of warmth.

“Sit down,” I ordered.

“Not before you look at me.”

“Sit. Down,” I enunciated.

“Look at me first.”

“Make it worth my while.” A smile tugged at my lips. That was when I heard it. The soft whoosh of her towel as it hit the wet floor. Was this crazy woman completely naked? Only one way to find out.

I popped my eyes open. Arya stood in front of me, like every single time I’d imagined her in my fantasies. Her breasts were spectacular. Her nipples small and pink, her hips silky and round. Her body was an hourglass, dripping with sweat. Her skin smooth and velvety, begging to be touched.

She’s not worth the partnership, not to mention nailing her father. She is doing this to ruin you. This one-trick pony seduces for destruction.

She took a few steps toward me. We were alone, but someone could walk in any minute. The wet sauna was unisex. I could tell she was going to mount and straddle me if I didn’t put a stop to it. As much as it pained me—especially one part of me—to reject her, I couldn’t cave in to her advances.

She leaned toward me, bracing one of her arms behind my shoulder, her green eyes meeting mine. She put her other hand on my pecs. They flexed instinctively. My cock threatened to play peekaboo with the towel. Suddenly, we were back to being fourteen.

I laced my fingers around her wrist, pushing her hand away. “I’ll pass.”

“Why?”

“Never show your neck to someone who wants to chop your head off.”

“It is a pretty neck, though.” Arya’s eyes twinkled. I wanted to laugh. She didn’t move away. “Is it because of Claire?”

Claire. Her name on Arya’s lips felt strange. Wrong. In my thirty-two years, there’d never been another woman who held a candle to Arya’s pull, capabilities, and demolition.

“Jealous?” I swiped my tongue along my lower lip.

“Maybe.” She slid her hands back over my shoulders.

My heart thudded faster. I hadn’t been expecting that answer. “Don’t be.”

“Are you saying you’re not sleeping with your associate?” she asked, and I couldn’t lie, although it was tempting.

I shook my head. “I’m saying she doesn’t matter.”

There was always the chance Arya was fishing to find some leverage against me, and screwing my fellow associate was definitely not a great look.