“Yep.”
“Great, I sent you an email that you can look at to help with cost projections.”
“Wonderful, I’ll take a look right now and we can—”
CRASH!
The frame to the doorway of my office suddenly splinters into several large pieces.
Roman—and my door—has literally become unhinged.
11
ROMAN
Ihaven’t had pussy in thirteen days.
Or a night of uninterrupted sleep in eight months.
I could go on and on about the reasons why, but the bottom line is that I’m breaking down this motherfucking office door because I’ve had enough.
Sometimes physicality is the only way people understand me. Powerful people pay me an obscene amount of money to clean up their mistakes, which is not a cakewalk. You can’t just knock on the door of the attorney general and tell him to overlook the accidental murder of a young woman by the CEO of a billion-dollar entertainment firm.
First, I have to convince him to let me inside the door, then I’ve got to hope he is amiable to being paid off, and if he isn’t, I may have to threaten him with bodily harm. You’d be surprised at how many times people don’t take the money. So I’m not afraid to admit that I’ve had to crack a couple of skulls and point my gun at someone’s temple more often than not to get the job done. Aggression can be an effective motivator, especially when it’s sexual and consensual.
“Roman!” Elizabeth yells.
She’s half startled, half pissed, and totally sexy.
“Elizabeth, are you all right?” I hear a concerned voice from the computer monitor.
“She’s fine,” I say succinctly for his benefit.
I lift my tee up over my head, toss it behind me, and take both of my forearms and use them to slide everything on top of Elizabeth’s desk to the floor including her computer with the full screen of president “who gives a fuck” university. It sounds worse than it really is when everything comes crashing down to the floor, but making all of that noise is sort of the point.
Now I have her full and undivided attention.
“Did you just break my eighteen-hundred-dollar computer!”
“I’ll buy you another one.”
“There are words for deviants like you.”
I stealthily move toward my woman with a mixture of determination, frustration and want. I miss Duchess like crazy. It’s incredibly sad to me how we see each other every single day, but we haven’t connected in what feels like forever.
“Spontaneous?”
“Crazy.”
“Crazy for you.”
“No, just batshit crazy.”
“I promised you a long time ago that you would always pay a price for not listening to me, but the upside is that you’re going to love every minute of it.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widen with just a smidgeon of lust until she catches herself. Then her face returns to the vexed look it had before.
“I’m not in the mood to play with you, Roman.”
