Dickson clenched his jaw and his hands, inside, he struggled with the desire to wrap his hands around Phoebe's neck and squeeze it until she dropped to the floor, lifeless. What right did she have to run her mouth off in front of him acting like she was all that when she was nothing more than a sewer rat that got lucky because she was born with Mayfair blood?
She was lucky that a man like him was interested in her, she was hardly his type. At least Ruth had been drop dead gorgeous, charming and tall with big breasts that he liked. Phoebe was short and average with a big attitude which did not match her size.
But still, she was a challenge, and he loved that, easy things didn't interest him. She had even managed to catch David's attention so that made him want her all the more.
He raised his hands in surrender. "You do not need to be crass; I am not a player like David, I would never date two women at the same time.
