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“Alone,” she hissed.
“Whatever it is,” he said slowly. “I’m sure it can wait a minute while I talk to Emma.”
“Now, Leo.” Piper folded her arms over her chest and stared him down.
Leo cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at her before sighing in exasperation and calling out across the stage, “Emma, stay put. I need to talk to Piper, and then we need to have a chat.”
“All right,” Emma’s voice called back.
Immediately, Piper started toward the closest room that had enough privacy and, hopefully, soundproofing for her to yell at her director.
Thirty-Nine
LEO
The door slammed shut behind Leo as he followed a very pissed-off Piper into the dressing room. She whirled around to face him, and he caught a glimpse of her hair whipping around in the reflection of the vanity mirror. The scowl she wore said what he already knew.
“You’re mad at me,” Leo stated. “What is it this time?” Despite her theatrics, he couldn’t tell just from looking at her what had her panties in a twist.
“I’m not surprised that you don’t seem to know why,” Piper said.
“And I’m not surprised you want to make this some kind of guessing game, princesita,” he retorted. “Spit it out.”
“It’s fucking obvious! You were a dick to Emma.” She jabbed at his chest like she had before their first kiss, and the memory of that had him wanting to bite her finger… or suck it into his mouth. Either one.
“Emma botched half of her lines and was pitchy on all her songs today. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the director, so it’s kinda my job to tell her when she’s not doing it right.” Leo folded his arms over his chest, feeling a bit defensive.
“Oh, I’m very aware you’re the director, hotshot.” The words came out of Piper’s mouth like they were laced with poison. “Let me ask you this: since you’re the almighty ruler and will know the answer to my measly peasant question—”
“Oh, come on, that’s not what I—”
“Has Emma ever fucked up her lines or songs this badly?”
“No, which is why it was disappointing that she came to rehearsal today and barely put in any effort.”
“Barely put in any effort,” Piper mimicked him with the most insulting impression imaginable. “Would you listen to yourself? You can’t be this dense. People don’t just have mass talent and work ethic one day and then nothing the next. There’s obviously something going on with her outside of the show, and it’s causing her lack of focus.”
“If something is going on outside of the musical, then she shouldn’t have brought it to rehearsal,” Leo snapped. It seemed like no one understood the concept of basic professionalism. “She was failing our business class before we helped her, and she was still killing in rehearsals. The second any of you walk out on stage, you should leave whatever bullshit is happening in your lives out of it.”
“That’s impossible sometimes, and you know it!” Piper stepped toward him, meeting him toe to toe. The wrinkle in her nose displaced the dusting of freckles across the bridge. That usually only happened when she smiled, and he wished that was the reason for it now.
“I always keep my personal life and my work life separate.” He hadn’t realized they were both shouting until he punctuated his last sentence with a little more volume. His chest was rising and falling in rapid succession, and maybe it was because he wanted the argument to be over or because it felt like a lie the second it came out of his mouth, but he fell silent. As if to prove him wrong, his eyes dropped to Piper’s chest, her breasts expanding and releasing under the top seam of her plush maroon sweater dress.
“I don’t think you do,” she whispered. Leo scrunched his eyes shut to avoid looking at her, and his brain unhelpfully played back the memory of her riding him at the hotel, bouncing on top of him. His cock thickened in his jeans, and he knew he was fucked before he said it out loud.
“Eres mi debilidad,” Leo mumbled, shaking his head.
“I’m deliberate?” Piper asked.
“Jesus, you’re so bad at Spanish.”
“I had a really bad teacher’s aide.” Piper smirked.
“You’re my weakness, princesa,” Leo translated before he slammed his mouth down on hers, rules be damned.
Piper fisted Leo’s shirt as her lips clashed with his in both desperation and anger. With the hungry way her mouth devoured his, she might have been pissed, but she didn’t seem to care that he had broken their one-night-only agreement. One hand pressed into the small of her back, he leaned into her and walked her backward into the vanity, his mouth still nipping and biting at hers.
When Piper’s backside hit the wooden chair wedged partially under vanity, he reached behind her and maneuvered the chair off to the side before pushing her against the table. The various brushes and makeup containers rattled atop the vanity when he had her flush up against the edge. In one forceful swoop, his hands cupped under her ass and lifted, slamming her down on top of the counter, and he stepped between her legs.
