Rogue Alpha (Alpha 7) by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online

cocksucking next time, though. I like to come as much as you obviously do.”
    “You want… You expect…” She gave a shake of her head as she lifted her chin. “That’s not going to happen.”
    He folded his arms. “No?”
    Her jaw tightened. “I have the money to pay you whatever you think your services are worth.”
    “Don’t you mean Daddy does?”
    “No,” she bit out. “I have money of my own.”
    “From Moore’s life insurance policy?”
    She appeared startled. “How do you know about that?”
    He shrugged. “The two of you took out life insurance policies on each other when you married. A sort of poor man’s prenup agreement,” he added derisively.
    Her nostrils flared. “I have the money to pay you. It shouldn’t matter to you where it came from.”
    “It doesn’t.” His mouth tilted up at the corners. “Maybe I would prefer the cocksucking as payment?”
    “That’s too bad.”
    “Sure?”
    No, Diana wasn’t sure at all.
    She did know she wanted to wipe that knowing sneer off Seth’s lips. To tell him to go to hell. To call him the bastard he was currently being.
    And if she did, what then?
    Who else was she going to ask for help if Seth Armstrong turned her away?

Chapter 4
    “Well, it would seem none of this was only your imagination, after all.”
    Diana was too shocked at the state of her hotel room to be able to answer Seth’s dryly drawled comment as he stood in the doorway.
    The room was a mess.
    The few clothes she had brought with her had been taken out of her bag and were now strewn across the floor, including everything from her toiletry bag. The pillows and bedclothes were thrown off the bed, the mattress half on and half off the firmer base. The empty drawers in the dressing table and the bedside units were all left open, the wardrobe doors flung wide to reveal it contained only empty coat hangers. Even the generic pictures on the walls were all askew.
    As if someone had been searching the room for something specific.
    Diana still had no idea what that something could be.
    In spite of the mess, she felt a certain satisfaction in knowing Seth had no choice now but to believe her—
    “Unless you’re just a slob?”
    Diana turned to glare at him as he came fully into the room and closed the door behind him. “Or maybe I wrecked the room before coming to find you yesterday, so that if you came back to my hotel with me, this might help to convince you I’m telling the truth?”
    He raised dark brows. “Hadn’t thought of that.”
    “No?” she challenged.
    He half smiled. “Maybe for a second or two.”
    “That’s what I thought.” Diana stepped farther into the room and began to gather her belongs from the floor.
    She had been too angry with Seth, and too stunned by what happened between the two of them, to even attempt to make conversation on the drive to her hotel. Seth had seemed equally as lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts that seemed to have put a permanent scowl on his brow.
    Only for the two of them to discover this mess once Diana had unlocked the door and entered her hotel room.
    Obviously someone had broken in during her overnight stay at Seth’s house.
    Tears blurred her vision as she collected her things, knowing she was never going to be able to wear the bra and panties again, especially when some unknown person had touched them. Her nightgown and robe either, or her spare sweater. They could all go in the bin.
    “What’s this?”
    Diana turned to look at Seth and the sketch pad he was holding in his hand. “I draw.”
    He shot her an impatient glance. “I can see that.”
    She shrugged. “I’m not good enough to be professional, but I enjoy it anyway.”
    Seth flicked through the dozen or so sketches. An older couple, the woman still beautiful and bearing a strong resemblance to Diana, so probably her mother, the man white-haired with a beard, obviously her father. Several Parisian winter scenes. A—
    He flicked back to the previous sketch of