Throwing back his head, Fang roared, slamming into me with enough force that I knew I was going to be sore later.
“Hello?”
Fang froze at the sound of the soft feminine voice.
Shit, I hid my face against his chest, grateful for his bulk hiding me from view. Not that it really mattered. It was pretty obvious what we had been doing.
Still, the thought that someone had been watching us was mortifying.
“Fu…” Fang was trembling, whether from anger or from something else I didn’t know. It didn’t really matter.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I peered around his shoulder. The woman was tall and slim, dressed impeccably. There wasn’t one hair out of place on her head. I knew her type, hell, I had been just like her once upon a time.
She glanced down at the phone in her hand and her smooth perfectly made-up face creased into a frown as she glanced back and forth between it and Fang's wide back.
“I’m looking for Gypsy.”
26
Fang
“So, who are you again?”I studied the woman sitting on the sofa opposite me and frowned. I didn’t like her. I couldn't work out why, but there was something about her perfect face that set my teeth on edge.
Gypsy had disappeared a few minutes earlier to put on some clothes, leaving me alone with the newcomer.
“Melanie.” She smiled a smile that would have some men panting. It was sultry, friendly and told the world she knew she looked good.
Yet I hated her on sight. And the more she opened her mouth, the more the feeling was cemented. I just couldn't put my finger on why. It wasn't just that she had interrupted us, there was something about her that didn’t sit well with me.
Perhaps because she was the complete opposite of my Gypsy.
“I’m…” She froze, her painted lips thinning. “A friend of Gypsy's father. He sent me down here to check up on her after the office received some paperwork saying you wanted her to sell.”
“Mydad?” Gypsy stressed the word from her place in the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest, sending her amazing tits upwards from the confines of her smock.
My mouth watered at the sight of them.
Maybe that’s why I hated Melanie so much, because she had come just before I could free those perfect mounds and suck each of them into my mouth.
“My dad sent you?”
I risked a glance at Gypsy’s face. Something was going on. It was like she was shocked that her father had sent anyone down to make sure she was ok. It didn’t surprise me. It wasn’t like the guy didn’t have the money to check up on her. But Gypsy looked genuinely shocked.
“Yes, Melanie Styelen. I’m one of your dad’s personal assistants.” Another flashy white smile. Her teeth were so shiny they looked fake. “You are welcome to phone him and check. He is really worried about you and who you might be…” her eyes skirted towards me and the smile slipped a little, “caught up with.”
Clearing my throat loudly, I waited for Gypsy to turn her attention to me. God, I hated seeing the worry on her face. “Make the call, Sunflower.”
“But…”
“Phone your dad.” I didn’t want to say that I didn’t trust Melanie out loud, but I didn’t need to. She could already see it in my face. I wasn’t even trying to hide the hostility in my body language or tone.
Gypsy hesitated, her eyes searching my face. I knew she wanted to ask me how much I knew. But that was a conversation for another time when we didn’t have company.
“I’m sure your dad will tell you what I am about to.” Melanie ignored my warning look totally, crossing her legs and leaning back. She was trying to be seductive. I was sure of it from the way she was crossing and uncrossing her legs. It was almost like she wanted me to look at her, and for Gypsy to notice.
“And what’s that?”
