"You'll have to excuse me, sweetheart, but a woman's face isn't usually the part of her body I pay attention to." Not that he'd forget hers, he was pretty sure of that. Especially when she glared like that. It was pretty hot.
She stepped up to the desk, rested her palms on it and bent over, putting herself on eye level with him. This close, he caught the tang of whiskey on her breath and saw the faint worry lines round her eyes. And there was something familiar about her, he thought now. Something in the lines of her face...
"I'm Rachel Jacobs. Tommy Jacobs' daughter."
Anger killed his erection stone cold dead. It rushed up in him like a flash fire, white hot and all-consuming. He surged to his feet and grabbed her arms, squeezing until she cried out in pain. "What the fuck do you want?" he snarled. "He send you to mock me, what? He obviously doesn't value you that much, princess, if he did, because I'll send you back in pieces."