Can't Let Go by A. P. Jensen

thought. She had absolutely no interest who paid Vicky to keep quiet about a child he wouldn’t claim. Whatever. She would make her own way in life. She didn’t need a dad. She just needed Mitchell Price.
    She shivered a little as she pictured him in her mind. He was hot alright. Smoking hot and she knew his body intimately. It had been a long time since she was with a man and she couldn’t find an ounce of regret in giving herself to Mitchell. He made her feel like a goddess and he didn’t try to butt into her business. He expected the boutique to do well and it had with his publicity. Mitchell respected her as an equal because he knew nothing of her background and she wanted to keep it that way at all costs. She doubted Mitchell would be around long but just the opportunity to be in the same circles with him was mind blowing. That they were great in bed together didn’t hurt either but she knew it would come to an end sooner rather than later. She bared her teeth as she recalled the model Casey mentioned. Models. Really? She looked down at herself and shook her head. If the man was used to heiresses and models she was definitely a fling. Oh well. She had a business to see to.
    Her phone rang when she was several blocks from her apartment. She glanced at the caller and felt her nerves sizzle.
    “Hello?”
    “Where are you?” he demanded tersely.
    “Walking home. Where are you?”
    “At your apartment. We need to talk.”
    She stopped. “About what?”
    “I’ll tell my driver to pick you up. This neighborhood’s not safe. Where are you exactly?”
    She bristled. “This neighborhood is fine and I’ll see you in five minutes.”
    She hung up on him and ignored her phone which began to ring. He’d been gone for a week and a half on business and now he showed up on her doorstep and wanted to “talk”? Since when? Had he found somebody else while he was in Paris? Another model?
    By the time Grace walked up to her building she was fuming and trying to hide it. Mitchell was, after all, an investor so she would have to work with him professionally and she needed to be polite. Neither had promised anything, she knew but still… She might throw a right hook if he said he found another model.
    Mitchell stood outside of her apartment door, tapping his shoe. When she walked towards him he pocketed the phone and glared at her.
    “I said my driver could pick you up.”
    “I don’t need your driver to pick me up. I was fine walking.”
    “It’s almost ten. Why are you walking around at night anyway?”
    She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll ask you for permission next time, Dad.”
    His mouth twitched and the anger drained out of him. “I love that you’re not afraid of me.”
    “Why should I be?”
    “You’re supposed to be charming and let me do whatever I want.”
    She snorted as she unlocked her door and he followed her in. She tossed her purse and sat on the arm of her worn couch. He had been here once before and although he never said anything, she knew he wasn’t used to her surroundings. She had never been ashamed of her apartment prior to him and she refused to be embarrassed when he was about to dump her for some bimbo who probably didn’t know how to balance a check book or work their ass off.
    “You’re really with the wrong girl,” she said.
    Grace propped her chin on her fist and regarded him. He looked so neat and businesslike- nothing like the man she went to bed with. She wanted to yank on that tie and unbutton his shirt and- She shook herself.
    “I don’t like this,” he said, coming to stand in front of her.
    She stiffened. Did he have to be so blunt? She tried to suppress her temper. He was the reason she had a savings for the first time in her life. Be nice, she told herself.
    “ Okay. So what?” she said.
    He blinked. “So what?”
    “Yeah. So you don’t like me. You’ve moved onto someone else. Okay. We can work together still-”
    He held up a hand. “What did you