“How so?” Jonas asked.
“When I was young, we were close,” Tessa said, remembering.
Her father had been the sun, moon and stars back then. He’d taught her to ride a bike, played tea party with her and had sent her first flowers, delivered by a florist on her thirteenth birthday.
“But he confuses protection with control. I don’t like to be controlled,” she said, remembering less pleasant teenage years when her father had made her life miserable more than once. “As I got older, I realized he wanted me to be who he wanted, not who I am.”
“Isn’t that typical with teenagers and parents? My brothers and I gave my parents a few tough moments, as well. All teenagers rebel.”
“It was more than that. I couldn’t have a normal social life, even more so than what happens with other politicians’ kids. He wanted to approve my friends, my activities, my boyfriends. It seemed like I only mattered so far as I was a reflection on him.”
“I’m sure he didn’t think that,” Jonas said. “Your father has always seemed to genuinely care for you. He’s proud of you.”
Tessa snorted. “That’s the image he shows to everyone else. He was furious when I dropped out of college.”
“Seems like most parents would be.”
“Yeah, probably, but I was only studying law because he wanted me to. I’d gotten into soap-making as a hobby, but I loved it. I was good at it. I was selling soaps online and to classmates out of my dorm room,” she said with a laugh.
“You couldn’t do both?”
“I didn’t want to. Maybe if he had let me do something more creative, more … me, I would have stuck it out, but I hated what I was doing, and I knew I wanted to open a shop. He thought that it was frivolous, the shop, the soap-making. He forbade me to do it. He tried to stop me, at first.”
“How?”
“He blocked the business loans I applied for, and did anything else he could to thwart me,” she said, remembering how ugly that had gotten.
A woman who had been buying her products for a while, who also happened to work in credit services, told Tessa why her bank loans weren’t getting approval.
She’d been furious and felt betrayed by her father in the most hurtful way.
“He really did that?” Jonas said, sitting up, his blind gaze focused on her as she spoke.
She knew he only saw the facade her father provided, the solid politician who cared about country and family. The man who put up with a wayward daughter who was selfish and ungrateful. It was what everyone saw.
James believed his own press, and she figured he really thought he did the things he did for her own good.
“Yeah, he really did that, and more.”
“Like?”
“Well, the worst offense, other than the store, was paying off a guy I was crazy about in college. He was in the music program, wanted to be a guitar player. We were so in love … and suddenly he received a paid scholarship to Juilliard.”
“That’s a huge break,” Jonas said, frowning.
“Yeah. One that my father funded, I found out later. He would have had a heart attack if I had married a rock guitarist.”
“Oh,” Jonas said, frowning deeper. “So what happened with the store?”
“I proved to him that I can play hardball just as well as he can. I knew a city reporter, a guy who was dating a friend of mine, and I told Dad if he didn’t get his nose out of my business, I would leak the story to the press, about how a city councilman, which was his job then, was using his clout with local banks to block small-business loans. If I went on record, it would have been a nasty political blow,” she said. “And I had the paperwork to prove it.”
“That sounds … bad.”
“It was. He backed off and let the loan go through. It didn’t matter. If he hadn’t, I would have just used my trust fund left to me by my grandfather. He couldn’t touch that, but I didn’t want to use it if I didn’t have to.”
She sighed. “We didn’t speak to or see each other for two years after that. Then my mom got sick, and when we were trying to be there for her, and after she was gone, it brought us together again. He had to admit I was doing well, and things got better. He even came to the shop, and we have lunch now and then. But I’m always wary of him.”
“I had no idea,” Jonas said quietly.
“No one does. My exploits, as you know, were fairly well noted in the media. I know I was wrong to act out like I did back then, but I couldn’t help it. He was smothering. He says it’s all out of love, and I think he believes that sometimes, but it’s hard for him to let me be who I am.”
“You’re probably more like him than you think,” Jonas said.
Tessa drew back. “Why would you say that?”
“I’m sorry. It didn’t come out how I meant it. Just that … you’d have to be a strong personality not to let someone like him, with his own strong presence, completely obliterate you.”
She took a deep breath, and released it, relieved. “Yeah. I never thought about it that way, but I suppose that’s probably why we came at each other so hard over the years.”
Jonas was quiet then, his face pensive, and she watched him closely.
“What are you thinking about?”
He blinked, as if not realizing he had mentally wandered off.
“Oh, sorry. I just can’t imagine growing up with all that pressure.”
“Different families have different dynamics.”
“Yeah.”
She noticed he hadn’t taken even one sip of his champagne. “You don’t like your drink?”
“Not thirsty.”
“Me, neither,” she agreed, and set the glasses down. She quickly stripped off her scrubs and returned to the seat, straddling his lap. His arm grazed her bare skin, his hand finding its way down her arm to her waist, hip and leg, his pulse slamming in the base of his throat.
“You’re naked.”
“You noticed.”
She leaned in to kiss him. “I hope Collins takes the long way,” she said, bringing both his hands up to cover her breasts.
“Where are we going?”
The way his voice lowered and caught ever so slightly as he massaged her made her happy. She wanted him to be affected by her.
“It’s a surprise,” she said.
He didn’t say anything, and seemed to be holding his breath, as if deciding something.
That internal war again, whatever it was, she knew.
So she decided for him, leaning forward and kissing him until she had his complete attention. If he still thought she was seducing him for her own purposes, he was right.
Maybe he had the intentions wrong, but this was definitely selfish. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. She was willing to deal with any backlash later to have him now.
But he seemed to come around to her way of thinking rather easily, taking her into his arms and easing her down to her back. She stretched out on the sumptuous leather, and he followed, covering her with his own body.
She pushed his shirt up over his head, and he kicked his pants off. Then they were skin to skin, head to toe, and she almost purred