I felt my jaw clench.Boy, was he gonna get it.
Again, I moved forward, intending to yank open the massive front door and barge my way into the house,hishouse, the glorious secluded mansion where my sister had been living since sometime last year.
Unfortunately, my sister was out of town. She'd been away for the past week, helping our mom get settled into a new place. That place was in Wyoming – several hours away, even by private jet.Hisjet.
The jerk.Probably the whole private jet thing was his way of keeping track of her – making sure that my sister didn't return early while he was doing – well,her, whatever her name was.
I'd been arguing with her for several minutes now, and so far, she'd refused to tell me her name, much less what she was doing here.
But hey, it was easy to guess.
When she moved sideways yet again to block my path, I took a single step backward and let my gaze drift rudely over her nearly naked form. She was wearing a lacy black bra with matching black panties. The lace of both undergarments was so flimsy it was practically transparent, giving me an intimate view of her perky nipples and shaved – well, you know what.
The undergarments – what little there were – perfectly matched her long, ebony hair and thick, dark eyelashes. I squinted upward and gave them a closer look. They couldn’t be real.Could they?
Without thinking, I looked down to her ample chest and mentally repeated the question. Werethosereal? If so, it was hard to fathom, given the tiny circumference of her waist.
I knew one thing for darn sure. Shewasn'tfrom around here. This was my hometown, not hers. And yes, Iwouldknow. After all, this wasn't New York or even Detroit. This was Sugar Falls, Michigan, where, depending on the season, tourists might outnumber actual residents several times over.
I was still staring when her voice – in that upscale English accent of hers – interrupted my thoughts. "Maybe you should take a photo. It will last longer."
"Oh yeah?" Suddenly inspired, I blurted out, "Well maybe I did."
It was a total bluff. In truth, I'd been too surprised to do much of anything after pulling onto the property only to see a scantily clad stranger standing in the open doorway.
The door wasn't open anymore.And why was that?It was because the moment I'd stalked up to the front porch, she'd slammed it behind her faster than you could say,"Where the hell is Jonathon Flynn Archer?"
That was his full name – the guy who was going to get a piece of my mind, as soon asshemoved aside.
In front of me, she gave a mean little laugh. "Oh, please. You did not."
Take her picture?She was right. I hadn't. Still, I pulled out my cell phone and gave it a random wave. "Are yousureabout that?"
"Of course I'm sure." She glanced toward the phone. "I would've seen."
"Not if I took it from my car." I forced a smile so evil, it made my face hurt. "And just so you know, itwasn'tflattering."
She gave a little gasp. "What?"
When my only reply was a loose shrug, she sputtered, "You are such a liar!"
I kept my smile plastered in place. "If you say so."
Okay, so maybe I was lying just a little. Even if Ihadtaken such a picture, she would've looked impossibly gorgeous. In fact, I couldn’t imagine any angle that wouldn't make her look like some sort of goddess, sent to make normal girls like me feel short and frumpy in comparison.
Then again, shewaswearing high heels. That had to account for at least afewinches, right?
Her eyes narrowed as they zoomed in on my phone. "Show me," she commanded.
I took another step backward. "No."
She stepped forward. "Why not?"
Again, I backed up. "Because you're too far away."
"So stop moving."
I jerked my chin upward. "Make me."
