“You okay, baby?”
Aware of the eagle-eyed stare of Michel, who continually turned around to watch them as if he couldn’t help himself, she smiled and squeezed his hand.
“Of course.I’m with you.I mean, breakfast would have been nice, but I’m guessing you’re going tofeedme after.”
Those kissable lips turned up and she realized, in that moment, that this could be a bad thing.There could be actual feelings forming for this man.
“I plan onfeedingyou many more times today, baby.My word on that.”
She dragged her fingernail along his skin and watched his eyes darken.
Yeah, this had the potential to fucking blow up in her face.
Michel gave a snort of disdain before turning up the music.She grinned at Lance but didn’t try to move closer to him and whisper.No doubt that’s what Michel wanted them to do.
The ride took about thirty minutes with the traffic and she shifted on the seat when the luxury SUV slowed to turn into the Jankovic home.Home?Mansion was more apt a description.At least fifteen thousand square feet, and that was an assumption from seeing what she could from the long driveway that widened out to a circle at the front entry that had a damn stone fountain there.The large, vibrant green lawn beside them on either side was perfectly manicured with flowers, shrubs and hedges.
She waited after they parked for Lance to reach toward her, offering his hand.Taking it, she slid over the leather and climbed out to stand beside him, resting her palm against his chest as he settled his arm around her, his lips to her head.
“We’ll be fine.”
Not bothering to answer him, she walked beside him, quiet, as they approached the front entrance.The driver opened the door and she let go of Lance’s hand so he could enter before her.Michel stepped up beside her and she bit back her growl of impatience and disgust.
“First time a woman of your color has walked through the front door.Usually they come in through the back to work.”
Turning toward him, she pushed him into the wall by the entrance, finger on the gun that pressed into his dick.
“Yet you still hunger for the pussy you’ll never get.Tell me, out of all those innocent girls you rape, how many look like me?We both know you want it but we’re smarter and refuse to go with you, so you’re relegated to rape, pedophilia, and porn to get your fix.I know this is your dad’s house, but you fucking disrespect me again and I won’t care what happens to me when I kill you.”She pushed harder on the gun in his crotch.“Do we understand each other?I’m not your bitch and I won’t be spoken to like shit on your shoe.Believe that.”
“Baby?”Lance’s deep voice flowed over her.“Should I be concerned that you’re so close to Michel?”
“Of course not.You know I like men with meat between their legs.From what I can tell, he’s struggling for two inches.”She didn’t look away from Michel as she spoke, instead holding his gaze and seeing the single bead of sweat that trickled down his face between his eye and nose.
“Let’s go.”
“Be right there.”Another jab.“Do we understand each other?I know words are hard so just blink twice if you understand exactly what I’m saying.”
Two slow but deliberate blinks came.
She knew her smile hovered far closer to a feral snarl crossed as she stepped back, hiding her gun as she turned her back on Michel and returned to Lance, who watched with a mixture of anger and… Was that jealousy in his gaze?
He snaked an arm around her, kissed her once and led her inside the opulent home.
“Damn.”The word slipped from her lips.
“Yeah, thought the same thing the first time I was here.”Another kiss to her temple.“Let’s go, and please stop antagonizing his son.”
She didn’t respond to that, just let him lead her over white marble floors.The décor in here was enough to make her wonder if this house ever had a child running through these halls, it looked coldly perfect and she doubted they did.If the art and paintings hanging weren’t originals, they were damn good replicas.The custom lighting and window treatments added to the opulence.
Dusan sat behind a large, dark-mahogany desk as they walked in his office, his expression serious as he looked them both over.The furniture filling the rest of the space matched—dark, heavy, upholstered wood.
“You look like you just got up.”
“Your son interrupted our morning.Trust me, being here in front of you wasn’t on our list.”Lance rubbed his hand up and down Jasmine’s back.
“You can leave, Lance.I wish to speak to your woman.”
“Fine.”He tipped her face up to his, eyes direct and honest.“I’ll be out there waiting, baby.You need me, you call.”
