“I’m broke because I had to pay for Wolfe’s girl too,” Leo snapped.
Oh shit.
It took Francesca a second to understand what he said, but once the message settled, she gave me thislook…like she was about to unleash a fiery hell upon us all. Daggers were in her eyes, and she looked like she might pull a gun on me and shoot me right between the eyes.
I should be terrified, but it was hard not to be turned on by how pissed off she was. I’d never seen her look so mad and so beautiful at the same time. I knew I was acomplete dick for feeling this way, but I loved how devastated she was. I knew she was into me, but it was the first time she’d put her cards on the table, put her feelings on a sign that was easy for me to read.
She was fucking mad as hell.
Don’t smile, don’t smile, don’t smile…
I felt my jaw work because I wanted to grin wide in sick pleasure, and I had to use all my control to maintain a blank stare as I watched her breathe flames all over me. She didn’t blink once as she stared me down, and if she had a knife in her hand, she might carve my heart out of my chest.
I’d never wanted to fuck her more.
She suddenly rose from the couch and walked off, strutting out of there at full speed, her swinging hips acting like wrecking balls of attitude. She burned hotter than the center of Mount Etna.
I sat there for a second and tried to act as if nothing had transpired. “You really should shower, Leo. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Then I casually left the office and made my way into the hallway. I knew she would go downstairs to her office, so that was where I headed, descending to the second floor and then walking through the open door.
She was waiting for me, and she pounced like a jungle cat.
Slapped me so fucking hard I actually stumbled back a step or two.
Cristo, I might have to bend her over the desk and fuck her right on the spot.
She was on me again, and I could have easily grabbed her wrist and stopped her, but I was a sick bastard who loved this shit. I loved how furious she was at the thought of someone else riding my dick. Her palm hit my cheek again, hitting me so hard, I had no doubt there would be a red mark for the rest of the day.
My dick was so hard right now.
She hit me again but didn’t say a word, probably because she didn’t want anyone in the hallway to overhear our fight, even though there was no way they hadn’t heard the loud smack of her palm against my cheek.
After she landed her third hit, she finally took a step back…and her green eyes were rimmed with tears. Tears that started to grow until they overwhelmed her bottom lids and streaked down her cheeks.
With a white-hot burning cheek, I stared at her, so fucking hard I might break the zipper in my jeans. I was the biggest asshole in the world for enjoying the sight ofher crying over me, but I wasn’t sorry about it. “Oh baby, you’re killing me.” What I wouldn’t give to be alone with her right now, to fuck her so hard she screamed my name.
“That’s all you have to say to me?”
I stepped closer to her and lowered my voice. “Leo insisted I get a girl and he wouldn’t let up, so I had to go with it. He’s been asking a lot of questions about my personal life lately, so I told him I wasn’t seeing anyone so he wouldn’t connect the dots.”
“So you fucked a whore?—”
“I don’t like that word,” I said, thinking of my mom, who’d been called that all her adult life. “And no, I didn’t fuck anyone. We played cards for a couple of hours until Leo was finally done getting his jollies.”
“Cards?” She said it with complete skepticism. “You were alone with a naked woman for hours, and all you did was play cards?”
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and pulled up the video. “Yes.” I hit play and then dragged my finger across the bottom of the screen, showing the two of us playing Go Fish for two and a half hours. “And she wasn’t naked.”
The venom in her eyes started to fade when the evidence was irrefutable.
I slid the phone back into my pocket. “Not that I haven’t enjoyed every second of this.” I cupped her cheek, and I swiped away a tear that had stuck to her skin. My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed the other one off her cheek.
She suddenly shoved me in the chest, probably embarrassed by the way she’d overreacted. “Fuck you.”
The smirk moved over my lips. “Like I’d ever fuck this up, baby.”
She leaned against her desk and crossed her arms over her chest before she wiped her face with the back of her forearm, trying to hide the evidence of her heartbreak.
“I would never fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
