She looked up at me. “My, what a ladylike mouth for a CEO of a billion-dollar company.”
About to tell her to fuck off, she kept talking. “Looks like they are small but deep. Wow, you must have hit the stool hard.”
Nothing would come out of my mouth as I watched her put the gauze on my knees and then add tape to hold it in place.
Tucker cleared his throat. “Your clothes are, um … they’re dry.”
Gina stood up and smiled. “There, all better.”
With a forced smile, I started to get off the island.
“Let me help you,” Tucker said.
“No!” I yelled out, causing him to freeze. The last thing I needed was to feel his hands on me again. My skin was still singed from where he had his hands before the arrival of Gina. I jumped down and then gasped when the pain shot through my kneecaps.
“Shit,” I mumbled. Tears burned in my eyes again. This time it wasn’t from my knees or the blood; it was knowing Tucker had been about to cheat on his girlfriend. With me. What was I more upset about? The fact that he had a girlfriend or that he was a cheater? Maybe it was because my plan was just ruined. There would be no getting Tucker to marry me and save my job. I was fucked.
“Why didn’t you let me help you?” Tucker asked.
Reaching for my clothes, I glared at him while grabbing them from his hands. “Do you even have to ask? Forget it. May I use your room to change?”
He nodded while rubbing the back of his neck.
“Of course you can.”
Turning back to Gina, I grinned. “Thank you so much.”
She shrugged. “I’m a nurse, so it was no problem. I just got off a double shift.” She looked at Tucker. “That’s why I was late for breakfast.”
I felt sick. I thought he was cooking breakfast for me … but he was cooking it for her. I’m such an idiot.
Feeling like a complete fool, I rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs, ignoring the pain in my knees.
When I shut the bedroom door, I dropped back against it and covered my mouth to keep from crying.
Why am I crying so damn much?
Hell if I knew. My parents were gone, I was left with the responsibility of running a global business, and I had to find a husband with a business degree in three months.
And Tucker had a girlfriend.
My phone buzzed on the bed. Ignoring it for the moment, I ripped his T-shirt off my head. Tossing it onto the bed, I got dressed.
Paul Ricker’s name flashed across my screen. Whatever the hell he wanted, it would have to wait. He was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.
The knock on the door caused me to quicken my pace getting dressed. Slipping on the red dress, I grabbed my heels that were next to the chair. Reaching for my purse, I went to open the door, but it opened for me. Tucker stood there with a confused expression on his face.
Are you fucking kidding me?
He was confused. I was the one who should have been confused after he just had his tongue down my throat and his dick pressed against my very naked vagina all the while his girlfriend was on her way over for breakfast!
Note to self: All men are scumbags.
“I have to know something.”
Standing up straight, I held my breath. “What?”
“Why did you come downstairs in only my T-shirt?”