Chapter Four

Eamon

She was feisty. I liked a feisty woman, they kept my dick hard all night long and if I let them, well into the morning. I knew what desire looked like and sweet, sassy Layla wanted me. I saw the way her big blue eyes landed on the muscles of my forearms, the way they went wide and her breath hitched. She hated my guts, I could see that too.

But she also wanted me. And that fucking turned me on more than anything.

“I’m just going to get my dad cleaned up,” she said, every syllable dripping with disdain. “Unless of course you want to beat on him some more?” Her eyes narrowed in anger as she stared up at me but all I could focus on was her mouth. Lush red lips and they weren’t painted on, nope, they were the burnished kind that looked more natural. The color that stayed long after she’d make me come with those perfect lips. The perfect dick-sucking mouth.

“Nah, I don’t think you need any further reminders, do you Petey?” He shook his head and grinned at her. “Then go ahead and get the old man cleaned up. I’ll be right here.”

“No need. You can go.”

I laughed this time because this girl had energy. She should be scared. Hell, she should be fucking terrified of me, but she wasn’t. And it was hot as fuck. “I think I’ll wait right here.”

She glared at me so hard, I could barely see the blue in her eyes before she dismissed me and helped her father down the hall.

I didn’t mind. It gave me time to think about something I had no business thinking about, but with her spicy floral perfume still swirling in the air, it was the only damn thing I could think about. Layla. Even her name and the sight of those curves brought to mind that old song. Smooth rhythms, hot sex and late nights. I wanted Layla, that much was certain.

The only uncertain thing was what in the hell was I prepared to do about it.

How in the hell did a pathetic sack of shit like Peter Michaels produce that spitfire of a woman? She was bubbly and she was brave, standing up to me the way she did and in defense of a man who damn sure didn’t deserve it. A confident woman was sexy. But a woman with a good reason to be confident and could back it up? Well, that was a woman who belonged in my bed. Under me. On top of me.

Coming around my cock.

Damn, I needed to stop thinking with my dick and start thinking with my brain. There was no way in hell I could lead the family into the future if I let my cock guide me when it came to business decisions. That was Shae’s downfall. Then again, this might be exactly the kind of lesson our debtors needed to learn.

“Is there a reason you’re still here?” Layla returned from the bathroom alone, which was probably for the best.

“You wanted to know if there was some other way to repay your father’s debt.”

“Yeah.” Arms crossed defensively, tapping her foot, she looked like she was ready to bolt or kick me in the nuts. Too bad I’d put my piece away already. Not that I’d use it on her, but fear was a sweet aphrodisiac. “And?”

“I’ve decided there is a way. Would you like to hear it?” I was stalling because I needed a few more moments to think things through, to make sure this was worth the risk I’d be taking. If I did this, the money would have to come from someplace.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense here.”

Her attitude, even in the face of massive debt, decided for me. “I want you. In my bed. A hot night of fucking at my place. Me and you.”

She laughed. Tossed her blonde hair back and laughed with her whole body. If I wasn’t having such a good time watching her tits—all natural—jiggle as she did it, I might have been upset. “You want me to date you—”

“No, not date. Fuck. You know, now that I think about it, daddy’s debt is kind of a big deal. Let’s make it four nights. All night until morning or until I ask you to leave. When the fourth night is over, your father’s debt will be free and clear.”

Layla opened her mouth to argue, probably to berate me, but I could tell the moment she got it. Really got it. She wanted me, so fucking me, letting me have my way with her body would be no hardship for her. I would make sure she was satisfied, and she’d come out a winner twice—no four times. “Four nights? You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious, Layla. I never joke about money—or fucking.” I had what I wanted for the moment. My words would linger in her mind for the rest of the night. She wouldn’t be able to think about anything but me. My offer. What it might be like to fuck me. “I’ll find you tomorrow when I’ll expect an answer or the debt payment, your choice.”

“Right. Until then, I guess.” She sounded put out and slightly beaten but the little hellcat wasn’t out of the fight. Not yet.

“Try not to get into any trouble between now and then.” There was a little too much glee in her voice and that only made me laugh again.

“And miss out on four nights of fucking? I wouldn’t dream of it. princess.” I left the apartment and closed the door just as a can came sailing at my head.

Yeah, this would be fun.