Sparks of anger traveled up my spine. Yes, I’d wanted to show him he had control, but never had I pitied him. “My bills are paid by your father’s estate, not you.”

“Seems I’m in charge of my father’s company now,” he said.

“But not his estate. Reid is the executor, and he makes sure the estate pays its bills. You have nothing to do with it.”

“Thank God,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”

“For God’s sake, I wasn’t worried!” I stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I looked in the mirror. My hair was in disarray, and I was flushed all over. My lips were swollen and pink from all the kissing, and my pussy… Oh my God. It was so red and engorged. I had been thoroughly used. I’d enjoyed it. The best fuck of my life.

But now I was pissed.

How dare he accuse me of a pity fuck so my bills would be paid? My first impression of Rock Wolfe had been spot on. He was an asshole of the highest order.

An asshole who was the best looking man I’d ever laid eyes on. The best kisser. A man who knew how to play every inch of my body like a concert master played his violin.

This couldn’t end with both of us angry.

That wasn’t what I wanted, and I hoped it wasn’t what he wanted.

Was I truly just a fuck to him? I sighed. Maybe I was. I didn’t do this type of thing very often—had I ever?—but he probably did. Just a fuck with a woman he wanted at the moment. His fuck du jour.

And now it was over.

But I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. As much as Rock Wolfe was a dickhead, he had enormous potential. He was bright and intelligent, though pigheaded. He was determined, though obstinate. He had a fire and passion that could take the business world by storm.

He could make Wolfe Enterprises great.

I was sure of it.

Oh, he had a lot to learn, and some of it wouldn’t be easy. But he was twice the man his father had been. His father had been twice the dick, too.

How well I knew.

I splashed some cold water on my face, drew in a deep breath, and wrapped a towel around my naked body. Time to set that stubborn man straight. I turned the knob and walked back into the bedroom.

No Rock. His clothes were all gone. He must have gone into the living area.

Nope. No Rock.

He had left.

Left me in his hotel room.

Dickhead.