Virgin's Sweet Rebellion

What the hell was that about? Was she trying to embarrass or annoy him, or both?

Well, he was definitely annoyed. Infuriated, actually, and he took a deep breath to control the rush of anger he felt, justified as it was.

‘I have no idea why she would say that,’ he told Spencer. ‘I barely know the woman.’

‘Barely?’ Spencer repeated, sounding more than a little sceptical.

‘Yes, barely,’ Ben snapped. ‘And I don’t appreciate the inquisition. I met her when she stormed down here accusing me of putting her in a substandard room on purpose, because she was a Harrington.’

‘Did you?’

Ben rose from his chair at that, pacing the room to release some of the energy boiling inside him. ‘What do you think?’ he demanded. ‘I’ve told you before—I have zero interest in your deal with The Harrington. I couldn’t care less, Spencer, what the hell you do with your hotel. So no, I didn’t put some woman I didn’t even know in a small room as some kind of petty revenge. And that’s the last I’m going to say on it.’ He stopped, breathing hard, his hand clenching the phone so tightly his knuckles ached.

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