A heat boiled in Ryder. The little slut could at least play her part as the president’s daughter, but Ryder imagined she was fulfilling some duty his father had assigned her. Well, he would fulfill his, too.

Sheila turned to him. “What is she, a nun?”

Ryder grabbed Sheila's shoulders and yanked her close to him, making her crash against him. “Say another thing to her. Huh!”

“Let go of me.” She pushed against his chest, but he gripped her harder, making her bright blue eyes opened wide.

“Don’t say anything to hurt my relationship with her.”

“Lay off, Ryder. Father already warned me, but I don’t have to be...