Grant locked eyes with his teammate. “But you do?” Running a hand over his jaw, he took a step back. “Tell you what. Instead of worrying about what youthinkis going on in my personal life, maybe you should man up and get your own shit in order.”
Grant spun on his heels and walked away, more pissed at himself than anyone. Just as he started to enter the hallway, Brynnon appeared from around the corner. The two nearly collided.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Sorry.”
“Sorry.” Grant grabbed her upper arms to keep her from falling over.
For the next thirty seconds, they both just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes. Grant had no idea what he was revealing, but Brynnon’s oozed with a mixture of turmoil and heat.
The source of her conflict was a mystery, but one thing was clear...she was definitely attracted to him.
Heat radiated from beneath her thin, hunter-green sweater, penetrating his palms. Its V-neck was just low enough to give him a glimpse of her cleavage. Despite his cock twitching behind his zipper, it was Grant who pulled away first.
Dropping his hands, he put some space between them. “Sorry, Princess. Didn’t see you coming.”
Her rosy lips pursed together. “Why do you insist on calling me that?”
“Why are you acting so standoffish with me today?”
The question was out before he even realized it. Christ, it was like he had no control when she was around.
“I-I haven’t been standoffish.”
Nice try, sweetheart.This was neither the time nor the place for this conversation, but the cat was already out of the fucking bag, so...
“Bullshit. You barely said two words to me this morning, yet you were all laughs and giggles with Coop a few minutes ago.”
Her pretty eyes narrowed. “I was not alllaughs and giggles. It’s called being polite. You should try it sometime.”
“It’s called flirting your ass off.”
Brynnon’s jaw dropped, and her cheeks became flushed like they always did when she got pissed. Grant found himself wondering if they got that way during sex, too.
Lowering her voice, her eyes slid to where Coop was probably still standing and clamped her teeth together. “I most certainly wasnotflirting, and I resent the implication suggesting otherwise.”
Grant’s own jaw tensed. “There’s the politician’s daughter. I was wondering when she would make an appearance.” She opened her mouth to let him have it, but Grant didn’t give her the chance. “You can resent anything you want, sweetheart. I’ve got two eyes, and they both work just fine.”
Raising a brow, she gave him a humorless smirk. “Yeah? Well, tell me if they can see this.”
In an unexpected—not to mention unladylike—move, Brynnon flipped him the bird before turning around and storming back into the dining room. Grant had never been into BDSM or anything of that nature, but his palm suddenly itched to reach out and smack that fine, jean-clad ass as it swayed back and forth across the floor.
The thought, along with the image of her giving him the finger, pulled a low chuckle from the back of his throat. It felt rough and unfamiliar, those particular muscles having laid dormant for far too long. But damn, if it didn’t feel good.
Grant knew he should probably be concerned about losing the protection detail, but at the moment, that was the farthest thing from his mind. Instead, he stood there, thinking about the fiery redhead and how she frustrated him more than anyone he’d ever known.
She also takes you from limp to loaded in mere seconds.
The annoying-as-shit voice was right. Brynnon surprised him at every fucking turn, but for reasons he may never understand, Grant liked it. A lot.
He pulled on the crotch of his jeans, attempting to shift his swollen cock, which was pressed painfully against the inside of his zipper. It screamed to get out and bury itself inside her hot, wet heat. Grant had no doubt if he were to ever get the chance, Brynnon would burn him alive the second their bodies united.
It may very well make him a sick bastard, but the fire he’d just lit under the auburn vixen turned him on like never before. Too bad he couldn’t do anything about it.
Yet.
The same taunting word he’d thrown at Coop a few minutes ago echoed through Grant's ears. From over his shoulder, he glanced back, not surprised to see the smug bastard standing by the door, watching. A wide, shit-eating grin spread across the man’s face.
“Enjoy your brunch.”
