haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not selling
you my property, Mr. Mitchell. And that’s final.” Tori spun on her heel and took
two big steps away before she heard the sound of muffled snickers behind her and
a poorly masked whisper that suggested Wade’s skills in the bedroom might
improve her attitude.
That was the last straw. Snapping her head around, she caught
Wade smirking at her backside as though he agreed with his uncouth companion’s
assessment.
She returned to their table. “I’m sorry, what was that? I can
assure you my attitude was just fine until you started bullying me around. You
may live in a world where you always get your way, but it’s not going to happen
this time. And neither your money nor your penis is going to change that. I’m
not interested in either of them.”
With that, she picked up her drink, watching as Wade assessed
her with curious eyes. He’d had the good sense to shelve the smirk. “On second
thought,” she said with a sickeningly sweet smile, “I think I will take this
drink. You could use a little cooling off.” With a flick of her wrist Tori
emptied the glass into Wade’s lap.
The icy cold drink shocked him upright out of the chair,
sending ice cubes scattering across the floor. Tori turned and walked back to
the bar, ignoring his stream of profanity muffled by his friends’ howls of
laughter. She paid her bill, leaving a nice tip for Skippy, and headed for the
door.
Curiosity was nagging at her, but she wouldn’t allow herself to
turn around and see what Wade was doing. She would give anything to see that
smug look wiped off his face, and she was pretty sure that would do it. But
looking back meant that she cared. She didn’t want to give Wade that
satisfaction. Instead, she marched out the front door and headed to her truck.
She was nearly to the corner of the building when she heard rapid, heavy
footsteps coming up behind her.
“What is your problem?” Wade snarled over her shoulder.
As calmly as she could, Tori turned to look at him. Even with a
tight jaw and an angry red flush tainting his perfect, aristocratic features, he
was the most handsome man she’d ever seen in person. And she hated that that was
her first thought when she looked at him. Those kinds of thoughts weren’t
helpful when dealing with the enemy. And that’s what he was, despite the facade
he put up to play nice and the way her body reacted when he was close by.
Judging by the snarl that had replaced his cajoling smile and
the giant wet spot sprawled across his pants, she was pretty sure he was done
playing nice. And that was fine by her. It would be much easier to deal with
Wade when he wasn’t trying to be charming. It just crossed the wires in her
brain and made her think unproductive thoughts.
“My problem?” Tori said coolly. “I don’t have a problem. You’re
the one who needs something, not me.”
“And dumping a drink in my lap is the solution?”
Now it was Tori’s turn to shrug dismissively, as he had. “It
seemed like a good idea at the time. You all were having too much fun at my
expense. Just because you have drinks with the mayor doesn’t mean you can bully
me.”
Wade narrowed his green gaze at her, slowly stepping forward
until she found herself backed up against the crumbling brick wall of the Hen.
With one hand planted on the wall on each side of her, he’d made sure there was
nowhere for her to go. Tori straightened her spine and looked defiantly at him
as he closed in.
“I never had any intention of bullying you, Miss Sullivan.”
Tori tried not to watch the soft curve of his lips as he spoke
to her, but he was so close she had little choice. She remembered how she’d once
fantasized about kissing those lips. Of course, that was before he turned on her
and threw her out of his company on her rear end. The surge of anger doused the
old memories, and her gaze met his.
“What then?” she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Were you
going