Chapter 10

Mia 

The rest of the night was uneventful, well if you didn’t count each of their greedy gazes, soaking her panties throughout dinner.

And Mia had no idea a look could make her aroused, but she learned that fact the hard way during dessert, when Jaxon spent extra time lifting the whip cream off of his cake with his finger and licking it all away. He watched her as he did it.

Bastard.

He lapped his tongue at that finger like it would give him extra years of life. She had asked if he really loved whip cream that much. He told her that she would soon find out.

Then Rhett began with his own sugary seduction.

He dipped his cherry into the chocolate sauce and brought it to her lips. Like a fool, Mia parted them without realizing it, and he had the nerve to groan.

The sound vibrated through her flesh. By the time the bill arrived, Mia shuffled out of there with mumbled excuses. Sure she had been Miss Confident at the beginning of the meal, but at the end, they showed her that they wouldn’t go out without a fight.

It was why nerves wrecked her body as she stood outside on the pier, waiting for one of the brothers to arrive. “Which one of you will fail today?”

They asked her to pick who would be the first date. She refused. This was their little battle. Mia would let them carry out the dumb-assed-ness of the situation, while she enjoyed the perks of the rich life for a few days.

One day she will have her own money and the first thing that she will do is get a bodyguard to keep big-headed jerks far from her.

A massive boat sailed her way. Could she even really call it a boat? No. It was a colossal mansion on water. It had three levels, probably more and soared high above the ocean like a cruise ship, just not quite that big.

But too big for two guys. You two can’t do anything subtly can you?

The wind blew against her dress and exposed more of her thighs than she preferred. As the boat pulled in, Jaxon stepped out.

Shit.

She had been hoping for Max. At least he told the truth from the beginning. If she was forced to trust one of them then it would be Rhett. Jaxon also presented more problems, like the fact that he seemed to go crazy with desire anytime she was mean to him. 

Being that she found him depraved and couldn’t control the insults ripping out of her mouth when he was around, she guessed that he would be turned on this whole date.

You’re just a glutton for punishment.

Once the boat docked, two men in white uniforms marched off with several bouquets of roses in their hands.

Roses? How predictable? It seems she would have to teach him how to romance a woman properly before turning him down.

And she would turn him down. There was no way either of the two pigs would get her in bed. The probability was down in the pool of negatives.

The uniformed men came toward Mia and instead of giving her the flowers they opened the bouquets and shook them a tiny bit. Butterflies flew from under the petals and swarmed around her.

Lots of them. Bright colored captivating ones. Lavender wings fluttered near. Ivory creatures with silver dotted wings landed on her shoulders as if to rest. 

They twirled and dashed around her waist, spreading the air with the roses’ flowery fragrance. I could’ve suffocated on the aroma and been happy to die from it.

Jaxon stood in front of me. “Hello, Mia.”

You’re just so happy with yourself?

“Hello.” she tried her best to wipe the huge smile off my face, but couldn’t do it. She was forced to blame the butterflies. They made her giddy, and he had to know it.

“How did you find out I loved butterflies?” she asked.

“I guessed.”

“You’re lying. Tell me the truth or I will forgo this date."

His smile widened. “Your credit card bill says you visit the Miami Botanical Gardens three times a week. Further inquiry informed me that you only go to the butterfly garden.”

“It’s illegal to pull up my credit card statements.”

“Money allows people to do many illegal things.”

She raised her finger. “Don’t invade my privacy again.”

“Or I’ll get a lightning bolt to my testicles?”

“Exactly.” she stepped around him and pretended like those lovely butterflies following her up into the yacht weren’t enchanting. Too bad, they wouldn’t let up.

When dealing with these two sexist pigs, Mia hoped to channel some great feminist in the history of women. Someone like Joan of Arc or Virginia Woolf. Sure it seemed a bit much, but this game that she volunteered for was more than three.

This was about lashing back at the theorized alpha male who thought he could do or say anything he wanted just because he had good looks, money, and the stupidity of a swollen ego.

When she walked up the boat’s ramp, Mia was supposed to appear regal and powerful, courageous and deadly like a lioness. Instead, with all the pretty butterflies swarming around her and stirring up my hair, she looked like a goddamn Disney princess.

And just to add insult to injury, Jaxon appeared behind her. “You’re more captivating than Cinderella, right now.”

Fury boiled in her veins. She was hot and ready to bubble over. “Well I’m not Cinderella and you’re no Prince Charming.”

On the center of the ramp, he stepped closer to her. She refused to inch back like a scared little damsel in distress.

But, she probably should have moved away.

Jaxon's masculinity encircled her. It was such a silly thing to think, but it did. His earthy cologne trapped her to him. The profile of muscles under his thin white shirt kept her focus. 

The wind picked up as if under his command, raising her dress just a little and brushing soft wisps against her flesh. She shivered.

“Oh no,” he whispered to her like a lover to his devoted. “I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the bad guy that sneaks into the castle when Prince Charming is off singing songs in the woods. I’m the one with the big cock that bends needy Cinderella over. And I’m the one that makes her scream until her throat’s raw and she can’t sing a note.”