“This is my home. You have to live your life, and I want to live the rest of mine here. Just come visit every now and then,” she said in her soft, fragile voice.
She raised me to be independent—to find my own way. She also raised me to make better choices for myself than I have. She would never approve of me trafficking weapons, but I always wanted to be my own made man.
Vade and I met Diaz during spring break our senior year of college, and the rest spawned from there. We started with a few weapons exchanges, acting as a middleman for him and some of his family in Houston after their ports got taken down, then eventually exploded after we started working side by side with Alex.
Going to law school helped me learn laws, the gray areas, and how to break them. You also have more cooperation from law enforcement with the buddy system.
My parents were both honest, hardworking people. Even after Mama passes, I’ve vowed to keep the farm running in honor of their legacy.
“Sasha…” I call into the reception speaker, “bring my schedule for this week.” It’s a good thing I have reliable full time workers on the farm, because I have enough work here to keep me busy for six months. I can’t be there to oversee it.
It’s going to be worse here without Ethan around. He won’t be able to keep up with all my cybersecurity and hacking needs when he’s on babysitting duty. Vade agreed to have one of his surveillance guys from the casino help, but they never do as good of a job as Ethan.
She struts in, her too-short mini skirt hugging the curves of her luscious thighs. “What else can I assist you with?” She makes it a point to lean over so I can see down her top as she places the planner on my desk.
I ignore her and she doesn’t take the hint. “How about I come sit on your lap?”
“How ’bout no.” I glare at her, refusing to look down her shirt.
Sasha isn’t used to being told no, and irritation is oozing from her—body language and all. “How about I sit on your face?” she tries to tease but can’t hide the seriousness in her voice.
“The last thing I need right now is to have to hire a new secretary, but trust if you don’t drop the crap and just focus on doing your job, I will.” I stare at her with as much intensity as I can. She can’t seem to take the hint that I’m not interested in her anymore.
My eyes close and I rub my temples as she turns to leave the room. Ever since I saved that girl from the river, my life—and sex life—has not been the same.
The girl isn’t ugly, but she’s not my usual type. First of all, she’s too much on the thin side. She needs at least twenty to thirty more pounds on her. I’d break her in half if I fucked her right now.
It’s got to be her attitude drawing me in. The way she stands her ground with me is cute. It’s assertion, not attraction. My urge to control everything—her included—is manifesting into sexual thoughts.
Sexual dominance is a way to assert yourself over someone else. She mouths off to me, and my primal need as an alpha male is to dominate her—That must be it.
That’s why I imagined bending her over my knee and spanking her bare ass.Because I’m a freak and a control freak.My fingers grip my pen, angrily, snapping it in half. I keep my eyes shut and mentally try to block out the thought of how her moans would sound beneath me as I pushed harder to make her come.
Get out of my head. I mentally scold myself. The last two times I jacked off, I couldn’t get off without her crossing my mind.
Fucking stress is ruining my life. I miss cigarettes. They at least helped take the edge off with no strings attached. Sex used to, but now I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. Sasha doesn’t do it for me.
The last person on earth I should be messing with is the only one on my mind. I escape to my ensuite bathroom to splash some cold water on my face.
When I get back, Sasha is sitting on the edge of my desk, waiting for me to acknowledge her. “Nick, I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you not want to touch me anymore.”
Ignoring her comment, I look at my schedule. “Call Kaleb Cherry and cancel his Wednesday appointment. Tell him to be here at nine in the morning or I’m not taking the case. That’ll be all for now.”
“Yessir.” Tension is in her voice, and she huffs out of the room. Not sure what that was about. She’s never had problem with being dismissed. Maybe it’s PMS.
I look at my phone and send the girl another text—if she doesn’t answer this third time, there’ll be hell to pay. It shows read and I don’t see the three dots showing she’s typing so I send another, letting her know I can see she’s left me on read.
Finally, a minute later—
12:14 p.m. - I understood the first time. I will call you tonight, sir.
Annoyance flares, canceling out on what little relief I just got. I need a drink. Sasha keeps my office well stocked with my favorite whiskeys. I pour two fingers of Weller’s and knock it back, then repeat it again—twice. Mmm, my favorite liquid lunch.
My phone rings, Vade’s name flashing on the screen. “Tell me something good.”
“A new shipment of guns arrived at the dock, and Alex just placed a new order for double his usual amount for next month.” There’s a lot of background noise suggesting it’s being unloaded now.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” I smile.
