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Leah Collymore is not going to win this time.
“Corbin, we’re leaving, you want to lock up or want us to?” Waylen asks, banging on my door.
I toss my pencil down and open the door. He’s grinning and I want to punch him in the mouth. They’re going out to the club but I decided to stay and finish up my design. Tomorrow is the day I present it to Lucas and I’m not totally happy with anything just yet. I need perfection.
“I’ll lock up. Go and I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I say.
They leave and I look over the schedule to see what tomorrow brings. I grin when I see I have a tattoo scheduled after my meeting with Lucas. It will be a good distraction.
I step outside, leaning against the brick building, and light a cigarette. As I watch the smoke drift up toward the sky, I notice Leah and Lucas across the street. They are laughing as they exit the high-end restaurant. The dress she has on screams focus on my body. Her tattoos are all exposed in the thin strapped dress that cuts so low I’m sure he caught a glimpse of her fucking nipples. She looks fucking good, too fucking good. He probably couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and that pisses me off.
This is my opportunity and there’s no fucking way she’s taking that away.
I keep watching as they talk and once his car pulls up, they shake hands, and he gets in. As he pulls away, she spins in a circle and does some sort of little excited dance.
I shake my head and before I realize it, my legs are carrying me across the street. When I step next to her, she gasps and takes a step back.
“Damn, Corbin, ever heard of personal space?” she says, resting her hand on her chest.
“Oh, is that something you believe in, princess? It’s hard to tell when you’ve always got your tits in everyone’s face,” I reply, keeping my angry eyes on her.
She laughs. She fucking laughs and I feel myself beginning to shake with anger. She always acts as if I don’t get the best of her, but I know deep down I do, just like she can get the best of me. Neither of us will ever show the other.
“You’re always so worried about my tits, Corbin,” she says, smiling.
I grin, stepping toward her until her back is against the brick wall of the restaurant. “I’m only worried about who gets teased by them, princess.”
She straightens herself, trying to act as if I don’t affect her, and clears her throat. “You worried about being teased, Corbin?”
I chuckle and press closer to her. So close I’m surrounded by her coconut scent and body heat. It’s a bad combo because my dick doesn’t care that I hate her.
“I love being teased, princess. Just like I love teasing. Putting the tip of my dick near her wet pussy, making her beg me to push inside, watching her try to get relief by rubbing against me.” Her eyes darken as she listens to my words, and I get pure satisfaction in that. “But I’d never use it to land the deal of a lifetime. Someone who does that knows their talent isn’t enough.”
She pushes on my hard chest, and I grin when she can’t budge me. “I don’t dress to tease; I dress to impress. I obviously caught your attention, so I’d say it works. I could wear a fucking turtleneck and it wouldn’t matter because my talent outshines everything else.” She pushes up on her toes, trying to get level with my eyes. “Are you that worried I’m gonna beat you, Corbin? You have to trap me against the wall and take out your frustrations?”
I lean my arms above her head and it’s a stupid ass move. I’m closer to her. I can feel her hard nipples rubbing on my chest and my dick is painfully hard at the feel. But I don’t back away. I don’t allow it to show, and I keep my fucking cock away from her.
I have the upper hand here because she knows I can feel she’s turned on, but she doesn’t know I am and she never will.
“I take out my frustrations in other ways, princess. Ways that would make even you cry out my name. I’m just saying that using your body to get this deal is desperate and pathic,” I say, searching her heated eyes.
She’s quiet for a minute as her eyes bounce between mine and I allow the hard brick to press into my hands to stop myself from doing something that I’ll regret.
“I’ve never used my body to sell my art. You want to believe I do because it gives you a reason to think that’s why I’m always coming out on top. But the truth is, I’m better and you just need to accept that,” she says, smiling.
I laugh and pull away because her plump lips are like a fucking invitation to hell. “You aren’t better, but if it helps you sleep at night believing you are, have at it. Lucas Johnson might have been distracted by your tits tonight, but tomorrow you’ll be a distant memory.”
She pushes off the wall and runs her hands down her dress. The simple movement shouldn’t make my pulse race but it does. This girl has no fucking idea how much I want to drag her back into my shop and fuck the anger out of us both. But it’ll never happen.
She’s forbidden fruit and I’m not fucking starving.
“Believe what you want, but when you see my design throughout Hollywood, don’t let the jealousy eat you alive.”
She starts to walk away and I grab her hand. Why? I don’t fucking know. Watching her leave alone on the busy streets of New York is dangerous and it momentarily makes me want to protect her. I quickly shake that thought aside as she pulls her soft, delicate hand out of mine.
“What the hell?”
“Call a cab, princess. You can’t honestly tell me that you’re going to be able to walk home in those heels,” I say, looking down at the insanely high heels.
