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Chapter 1
Nope. There’s no way in hell. My mother has officially lost her mind.
“Get out,” I order the man standing in my office doorway. He balks as if I just told him to eat an actual turd or something, his once leering gaze flicking from my legs to my face. Has the man never been told no? Is he not used to being turned down? Great! Now I have a headache!
“Excuse me? Your mom sa-”
“I really don’t care what my mom said. I said get. Out.” Jeez. Even his voice is annoying. While he might be considered good looking to most women, he’s just way too pretty for my taste. Like puberty never really managed to hit him properly. Baby-faced. That’s more accurate.
Aside from the fact that he’s most definitely as far from my type as possible, he’s way out of line here. I don’t care what someone else tells you, you don’t show up at a stranger’s–my–place of business and demand that you’re taking them out right that second. He doesn’t even know me, and I most assuredly don’t know him.
It’s out of line. Unprofessional. A complete turn off.
As if the baby-face didn’t see to that well enough.
He stares at me for longer than appropriate, face slack, and mouth wide the hell open. He really has never been turned down in his life. I’m sure of it. And that’s enough of a reason to stay far away. Men who aren’t used to being told no can be downright dangerous.
As if to prove my point, his shock morphs to rage in the blink of an eye. His pale skin reddens like a ripe tomato and his baby blues practically bulge out of their sockets. Hell, the vein on his forehead looks like it’s about to pop like an over-filled balloon.
“You really are the world’s biggest bitch.” Spittle flies from Baby-Face’s lips as he tries to bolster himself and loom over me. I’m completely unphased. There’s not a chance in hell that this man-child is going to intimidate me for even a second.
I tame lions and soothe injured man-eating beasts for a living.
This little-dick-energy-having-pansy is no match for my brass pussy. You know, because pussies can take far more of a pounding than balls ever could. I’ve never understood calling someone a pussy if they’re weak or a chicken shit. There’s really no comparison to be made.
I know, without even being able to see, that my features have not twitched from their utterly bored state. He sees it too, based on the ever more pronounced vein in his forehead. Damn. That thing is about to blow.
I press the intercom button on my desk and the smooth, melodic voice on the other end answers immediately. “Yes, Ms. Sharpe?”
“Stephanie, can you please call security to escort out Mr-” I scrunch up my nose when I realize I don’t remember Baby-Face’s name. Whoops. “-this man from the building.”
What a recovery. Go me!
“Are you fucking serious? Security? I didn’t even want to fucking be here! I did it as a favor to your mom!” His voice breaks and screeches, the man-child in him rearing its immature head.
“That…” I tilt my head as I struggle to find any sort of condolence for his loss of time, but I can’t think of a damn thing. So I simply shrug.
“I knew those gossip columns were right about you. You are just an ugly, stuck-up bitch!” He sneers, as if his words should be having any sort of affect on me. “You’re probably a fucking lesbian too!”
“I most definitely would rather lick any cunt over the one standing in front of me, that’s for sure.” And there goes my temper. Dammit… And here I was, doing so well. Cue eye roll.
I’m saved from whatever nonsense was about to spew from his mouth as my door opens, admitting two of my best security officers. Aiden and Caiden are about the meanest looking sons-a-bitches I’ve ever seen. Identical twins and standing above six feet, they’re covered in tattoos and muscles. They also happen to be ex-cons and can scare just about anyone who tries to bother me or my employees.
No one needs to know that they’re natural teddy-bears and the only thing mean about them is their protective tendencies. Oh, and the fact that they only went to prison for beating a wannabe date-rapist’s ass at a bar. Their hands aren’t clean, but they only pummel those who deserve it.
“Ms. Sharpe. Is this the bug?” Aiden’s–or Caiden’s, I really don’t know which one is which–deep voice fills the room, crossing his arms over his massive chest as Baby-Face whirls around and flinches away from the towering twins.
“That’s him. Please see him safely back out to the wild. No need for your extermination services…today.” I narrow my turquoise eyes at Baby-Face, letting him see the threat for what it is. I may not actually have him offed–I’m not that mean–but I won’t stop him from getting the ass-kicking I’m pretty sure he’s overdue if he decides to make a scene.
“Don’t touch me!” Baby-Face screeches as he tries to jerk away from the twins, making me wince as the sound pierces my eardrums. He’s not much of a match against them though. With one twin grabbing a bicep each, they pick him up, not even allowing his feet to graze the floor, and promptly sweep him from the room.
Thank God!
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I bite at my bottom lip as I try to prepare myself for the earful I’m going to get from my mom tonight. She most definitely is not going to be happy with me for this one. Not that I deserve her ire. In fact, I feel pretty justified with how the entire scene played out. But that’s not going to stop her.
Letting out a sigh, I lean back in my chair and kick up my heeled feet on my beautiful glass desk, trying to remind myself that my mother’s meddling comes from a place of love. But then again…isn’t the road to hell paved with good intentions?
A sharp knock sounds at the door and I quickly sit up and cross my legs beneath my desk once more. “Come in.”
