She laughed again, although she wasn’t all that amused. “Why should he console me when I have no reason to cry about my father dying? Besides, eating me out is a lot different than offering a shoulder.”

She was blunt. I liked it. I’d think about why she wasn’t mourning her father later.

“Whatever you need, princess,” I offered.

Her eyes narrowed and she studied me. I remained still as she raked her gaze over me, from the tips of my buffed work boots to my dark hair.

“Anyone else ask you what you needed?” I doubted it. She had that cool control thing going for her. Untouchable.

She didn’t respond, but the way her shoulders rolled back, I knew the answer was no. Interesting. She was a princess, but she was in a high tower all alone.

“Typical. A guy thinks a woman could only feel better if she gets laid. You want to what… soften me up with a few orgasms?”

Exactly that.

“The only woman who’d question that is one who doesn’t get laid very much,” I countered.

A flush rose up from the neckline of her dress and traveled up to her cheeks. She spun away.

“What do you really want, Jed?” she asked as I admired her perfect ass. “Money? An in with one of my partners? A job?”

It was my turn to bristle. I wasn’t sure if my down-on-my-luck cover was paying off and she thought I needed something to pay my bills, or she’d been hit up before. “I told you.”

She spun back and wondered how she didn’t tip over in those heels. Women in Montana didn’t often sport business wear and stilts. The state was casual about everything. But the look did it for me. I wanted to get my hands on her and knock some of that shine off her business veneer.

“You came to the wake to pay your respects. You saw me, your dick got hard, and you want to do something about it. No guy comes on this strong.”

“You’re right. I saw you. My dick is definitely hard.” Her gaze dropped to the front of my pants and her eyes flared wide. Yeah, I was big. It pleased me to know she was impressed. “I want you. Want to watch you come screaming my name.”

She frowned, eyed me as if I’d come from another planet, one where men didn’t only think of themselves. “You want to get me off.”

It was my turn to narrow my eyes. “Princess, you say that as if no guy’s ever put you first. I’m not sure if I should beat the shit out of them or thank them.”

“I get off.” She said that, then bit her lip as if the words slipped out. It seemed North didn’t like to give any piece of herself away, even the smallest sliver of truth.