His Price(27)

But I'm not giving her one.

Copper pursed her lips. A heavy breath fell from her nose, chest lifting with anger. “Dick.” She huffed out under her exhale.

Laughing, I shot her an even wider smile. “Come on, the car's in the garage.”

“Are we even going to be able to drive there? There's a shit load of snow, I bet the roads are a mess.”

“Nah, it'll be fine. I have a Land Rover. The main roads are probably cleaned up by now.” Pulling open the door, I ushered her in with one arm.

Standing at her side, I held her hips to guide her up. Watching her perfect ass slide into the passenger seat, I had the urge to slap it. Tapping her back side I watched it jiggle behind the fabric

Her head shot over her shoulder. “Keep your hands to yourself, Hegan.” She spat.

“I could try, but I won't. You feel too good to not enjoy in every way.” Winking at her, I closed the door and jumped in the front seat. “Alright, let's get this over with.”

Pressing the button on my visor, the large metal door yanked up towards the ceiling. Turning the key, I revved the engine and drove us in the direction of town.

We were headed to an upscale restaurant on a private beach, The Towers. It was owned by the country club my father had been a member with for years. And surprisingly, the closer we got, the more my stomach buzzed with nerves.

I just wanted to get this over with and get back to my main goal. Getting this girl fucking pregnant.

Copper had her hands tucked snug in between her thighs, she had hidden her delicious flesh from me under a coat. One of the many reasons I hated winter, too much clothing and not enough skin.

Her face sat firm looking out the window. Speaking into the glass she asked, “So tell me a little about your parents. I don't want to go in empty handed.”

“You mean you still haven't realized who I am?”

Keeping her gaze on the passing roadway, she shook her head no. “Should I? Because I don't.”

It blew my mind that she hadn't recognized who I was yet. Every woman in the state knew who I was. How could she not? Did she live in a fucking hole?

My father's name was on every little league field around, we had family commercials running on repeat for all the local stations.

It was actually a refreshing feeling that she didn't know. One of the reasons I had picked her in the first place. But I'd figured by now it would have clicked in her head. For fucks sake, she didn't ask the limo driver?

“My father is Brandon Alexander. Does that ring a bell?”

Shrugging her shoulders up, she twisted her face in my direction. “No.”

“Okay. Well, my dad owns an oil company. The largest one around. He's a bit of a prude so try not to take what he might say seriously. To be honest, my dad's a dick.”

“Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, figure of speech in the flesh.” She giggled, the light chuckle rolling from behind her lips. A full smile emerged, spreading across her cheeks.

“Funny. You might think I'm a dick for what I'm doing, but trust me, my father is ten times worse.” Turning into the lot, I parked out front. “Here we are.”

“Valet, the privileged man's way to park.” A grin was still painted across her face. “Or as I like to call it, laziness.” Her door swung open, the arm of a stranger held out to help her down.

A twinge of jealousy heated my core, making its way through my muscles to my head. It surged through the instant another man touched her, placed his hand on her flesh.

What the fuck. Why do I care if that guy helped her out? I wanted to do it, but who cares? I couldn't understand the feelings streaming my nerves. They climbed my spine, wrenching their grip around the base of my skull.

This was a totally new feeling for me, I never got jealous. Fuck, I'd normally be eyeing the next girl that crossed by my sight. Instead, my eyes heaved fire at the valet just doing their job.

I had the sudden urge to fly at him with my fist, knock him clear off his feet just so he knew she was mine. Swiftly I walked to her side. “Thanks, I got this,” I spat at him, bending my arm at the elbow for her.

The man, dressed in his gray suit, dipped his brow at me. Taking a step back, he nodded his head and turned to walk away.

“What the hell was that?” she asked, arching her brow.

“What?”

“That. You barked at him like he was doing something wrong.” Her hand glided around the muscle popping beneath my jacket. I felt her grip tighten around the firming ripple of my forearm.

Immediately the tension left my body. Her touch soothing me on the inside. “He did do something wrong. He touched you.” My sight held firm on the man aiding another person who had just pulled up.

She didn't respond, instead her fingers squeezed harder. Copper raised her free hand and wrapped it over my arm. Looking down at her, I noticed her cheeks were flushed. It could have been from the cold, but the small corner of her mouth that had peeled up to her ear, told me it wasn't.