Chapter 3

Plus, he knew her type. Because she was the Commander's only child, and a daughter, to boot...so she was spoiled rotten. She got whatever she wanted. She would flirt with him in her designer shoes and handbags. She would stomp her little perfectly pedicured feet and pout her lips when her father wouldn't cave in. On several occasions he had to force himself to leave for fear of saying something he would regret when she threw her temper tantrums in front of him and her father.

He knew what she needed, and that was a paddle to her ass, and he was more than willing to give it to her. When he had been in Boston, he knew girls like her. Spoiled little rich brats. Of course they would fuck him, because he knew how to take them into euphoric worlds that their preppy boyfriends didn't even know existed. But take him home to daddy? Fuck no. And he resented them for that. And secretly he resented Sienna. He knew not only was he too old for her, but that he also wasn't good enough for