“So, I can add arrogance to your list of qualities.”
“Trust me, princess. After spending the night with me, there are many things you can add to that list.”
Her cheeks burn, and my lips twitch. “Don’t go thinking dirty thoughts now.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’d like to go to my room.”
I take a moment to let my eyes trail over her body.
She’s fairly tall for a girl, but the oversizedColumbiahoodie hides her figure from view.
She huffs. “Are you done?”
“Are you the one going to college, or did you steal that hoodie from your boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Eager to set the record straight on that one, huh?”
That earns me another scowl.
I take another sip of my drink. “So, you’re not just a princess; you’re anIvy Leagueprincess.”
Riley says nothing, but the anger in her eyes tells me that I’ve touched a nerve.
Interesting…
“Come on, I’ll show you to the guest room.” I set down my empty glass.
I don’t bother offering to take her bag. After all, this isn’t a hotel, and I’m not a damn bellboy.
Riley follows silently behind me as we head out of my study and take the stairs up to the second floor.
My penthouse has four bedrooms, two on either end, but I choose the one furthest from the master bedroom for her.
She might be the daughter of the enemy, but she’s also a walking pair of tits, and I don’t need the temptation.
I come to a stop outside her door. “Don’t touch anything that isn’t yours. And don’t get too comfortable. I don’t plan on you being here long.”