As he went back for more of her taste, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Max smirked as he started to gorge himself on her pussy.
He’ll let her handle that distraction. It would be interesting on how she handles that while getting her kitty cat devoured.
“Desiree? You okay in there?” A male voice asked through the door.
“Yes. I’m fine. I stubbed my toe.” Desiree panted, refusing to let Max’s hair go. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“Sis, why is the door locked? You sure you’re okay in there?” Teddy asked, knocking again.
Max stopped and moved up to kiss Desiree’s lip. “Never did give me an answer, hell cat.”
“Answer to what?” Desiree panted, glaring at him.
“I told you why I stayed away the way I did. Will you give me a chance to show you how you should have been treated. Give us a chance?” Max asked again, his hand teasing her clit.
“After I take you for a test drive. If you can make me scream the roof off of my house, then you may have a shot.”
“Nope, doesn’t work like that, hell cat. I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. I don’t do that drive-by fucking and I’m not a booty call. I have standards, princess.” Max winked down at Desiree.
“Bullshit. I’ve seen some of the hookers you’ve hooked up with.” Desiree continued to glare at him.
“Nope. Never fucked them.” Max admitted matter of factly.
“Desiree, if you don’t answer me, I’m kicking this door down.” Teddy banged on the door again.
Chapter
Nine
Desiree glared at her computer screen that she was working on for their next extraction. For the last week and a half, she’s been in a foul mood, and everyone has been giving her a wide berth.
There had been no more incidents against her after that one attempt. But her brothers and her club weren’t taking any chances.
Since that day, she has not been left alone other than when she goes into her room. There were always at least one or two people staying with her.
One would stay in the house with her while the other would patrol her property, making sure no one got close to the house.
Maybe that’s why she’s been in such a foul mood. She hasn’t had a moment to herself in forever it seemed.
“Okay, what the fuck is going on and don’t tell me you don’t know. I know Max was in the bedroom with you the whole fucking time you were napping. What happened?” Andrea demanded as she walked into Desiree’s office and plopped down in the chair across from her.
Julie and their other sergeants at arms walked into the office behind Andrea. Fucking gossip whores.
“Nothing happened.” Desiree answered, ignoring her friends.
“Bullshit. You forget I’ve known you most of our lives, bitch. Now spill or I’ll let Teddy know the bullshit reason you gave was a lie so he can interrogate Mr. Hottie himself.” Andrea glared back at her with a shit eating grin on her lips.
“Bitch.”
“Twat.”
“Cunt muffin.”
“Cunt muncher.”
“You know damn well that isn’t true.” Desiree fired back throwing her pen at Andrea.
“Then spill, bitch.” Julie “Bella” Stone spoke up with her hands in the air dramatically.
