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EMILY THREW A mean elbow. Certain my chest was going to be bruised for days, I couldn’t help but be impressed by her. She hadn’t hesitated to put me in check the minute I’d stepped over the line. I had to respect that.
Just like I had to respect the way she made me want to see how far I could push her. Where I could put my hands. How many times I could kiss her. It was clear to see that she was used to being in control, and I wanted nothing more than to wrestle that tightly-held control from her and see how she reacted.
I wanted to fuck her.
Right there, in her office, I wanted to see how far she’d let me go before she threw that elbow again. But the anger in her eyes promised I wouldn’t get far. Not this time. Conceding, I bowed and opened the door. Emily had won this round, but there’d be a rematch. I would guarantee it.
And if I played my cards right, next time she’dwantme to win.
The one thing about Emily I couldn’t respect, was the way she’d let that asshole follow her into her office like a goddamn whipped puppy dog. She obviously didn’t want him here, and I’d be more than happy to eject him for her. Wondering what they were talking about, I lingered at Jayson’s desk and tried to listen in.
“He the ex?” I asked.
Jayson glanced at Emily’s door, his expression tight with concern. “Ms. Stafford wouldn’t appreciate us discussing her personal life.”
Her assistant was loyal to her. Good. That told me a lot about both of them. No matter, I had excellent hearing, and it sounded like Emily was standing right against the door. I didn’t have to strain my ears too hard to overhear that the ex had cheated on her. Talk about a dumbass. I’d give my left nut to snag a woman like Emily and this idiot had slept around? At least she was making clear that she wouldn’t take him back.
“Surprisingly enough, Ms. Stafford has a free afternoon Friday,” Jayson said, drawing my attention back to him.
I pulled out my phone and checked my calendar. I had some business at the bar to attend to at two, but figured I could sneak out and handle it while she interviewed my brothers.
“Works for me.” I added the information to my calendar and pocketed my phone, reluctant to leave while Emily was in there with the prick.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to linger in the lobby for long. Emily’s door cracked open as the words “Get out” floated to my ears.
“It hasn’t been five minutes,” the dumbass objected.
“I don’t care. Get out.”
Nothing happened. I was about to go in and haul his ass out for her by the time she spoke again.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now. Don’t make me file a restraining order, Lance. I’m done. Now leave before I grab my taser and light you up like a Christmas tree. Fifty-thousand volts to that little penis of yours. Don’t think I won’t do it.”
Damn. And the sincerity in her voice said she would do it, too. Her threat must have put the fear of God in Lance, because that little chicken shit came scurrying out of her office so fast you would have thought his ass was on fire. She slammed the door behind him, and he paused at Jayson’s desk, looking us both over.
“She needs a little time to cool off,” he explained to Jayson. “I’ll send more flowers later and maybe bring her by lunch Friday. What’s her schedule look like?”
The shithead was oblivious. More than willing to help him wise up, I leaned in, getting right in his face. “She’ll be with me. And I think she’s made it clear that she’s had enough of your gifts and your presence. In fact, I think you should get the fuck out of here and not come back unlessshecallsyou.”
His jaw dropped, and he looked to Jayson for help.
“Don’t look at me,” Jayson said, throwing his hands in the air. “I’ve been telling you you’re not welcome here for weeks. You’re nasty, Lance, and you done screwed up. She’s not some thirsty tramp who’ll take back your cheating ass.”
Lance wasn’t a big man, but he had both weight and height on Jayson. He held his ground, flexing on the assistant like some kind of high school bully. I’d never had much use for bullies.
“Maybe I’m not making myself clear,” I said, putting myself between them. “Stay the fuck away from her. You come near her again, without her invitation, and you and I are gonna have a problem. The kind of problem that makes fifty thousand volts of electricity to your johnson feel like a tickle. Now get out of here.”
Lance’s eyes bugged out, but he took one last look at me and remembered he was too much of a pussy to start anything with me.
Jayson had circled his desk to stand at my side, smiling like a goddamn canary-eating cat. He made scooting gestures with his hands and said, “Bye Felicia.”
With one last glare at us, Lance stormed out. Unfortunate, since I’d like nothing more than to physically enforce the restraining order that I’d just put on him.
“Damn that felt good,” Jayson said, still grinning. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to evict that cuntwaffle from her life.” Then he smacked a hand over his mouth. “Sorry. Completely unprofessional. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You’re all right, Jayson. And you never have to sensor yourself for my benefit. The guy is a cuntwaffle.” I chuckled at the very fitting term. “If he shows his face around her again, I want you to call me. I’ll have your back. Even though you’re the piss-ant who’s been screenin’ my calls.”
