9

Allison

Gregory comes out wearing only his slacks, his chest still damp, a towel around his shoulders. He's drying his hair and stops short when he spots me sitting on the bed, my legs crossed, the ruin of my wedding dress hiked so far up it's almost scandalous.

I like the hunger in his eyes. Even if I don't like him.

"I want to make a deal," I say, letting him stare. Two can play his game. If he wants to prance around using sex against me, I'll do the same thing. I shift slowly, letting him catch a glimpse of my ass, before recrossing my legs. He reacts slightly, eyes flicking to my skin. His tongue wets his lips.

He tilts his head. "Now you're thinking rationally."

"You're right. I don't have any other choice. I can either play ball with you or I can let Paul and my father screw me over. And I am not about to let them murder my sister and get away with it."

"What sort of deal do you want to make?" He grips either end of the towel, leaving it around his shoulders. His biceps and fore