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“Marcus,” I snap to the manager hovering in the doorway, “get all these women into cabs and away from my hotel. Now.”

They scatter.

“Not you, Creampuff.” I grab her wrist when she tries to disappear with the rest of the drunk girls. “You’re coming with me.”

She stumbles behind me as I drag her down the hall to my office overlooking the arena.

I slam the door.

Lock it.

She crosses her arms, not scared—just pissed.

“What the fuck are you thinking? Are you just trying to fuck with me?” I snarl at her.

“Why do you keep showing up wherever I am?” she retorts. With the way her arms are crossed, I get a full view of her boobs trying to escape out of the cutout on the side of her dress.

Fucking slutty.

“Creampuff. You showed up in my hotel. You’re the one stalking me. Or…” I advance on her, back her up against the desk. She stumbles over a chair leg. “Were you after someone else?” My voice drops. “Why were you about to sleep with him, hmm?”

“I wasn’t—”

“So you just parade around in this”—I hook my finger under the cutout of her dress, right beside her breast—“for the hell of it?”

Herbreath shakes.

“You want a cock in your pussy that bad?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Why? You’ll spread your legs for whatever shithead I happen to employ?” I push her back against the desk.

Fuck. I want to kiss her. Ruin her. Undo her. Strip every last bit of control from her body.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Is my sister in there?”

I ignore it, too entranced by the heat of her body.

“Hello?”

I unlock the door and assess the women on the other side: Kathy, Carolina, and Granny Frances.

Kathy gives me an angry look. I recognize it. Probably have given it to people who mess with my siblings.

“I told you to leave her alone,” Granny Frances complains. “Everyone in this family wants to cockblock people.”

My gaze slides back to Winnie. She’s breathing hard. Hair messed. Lip bitten. Dress askew.

I can’t tell if she’s angry, horny, or hates me.

“Don’t worry.” I open the door wider. “I don’t do first times in my office. This is a custom desk, and Winnie looks like she gets messy.”

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