Page 11 of Heartbreaker

“Do you think so?” Ben asks. God the man was a puppy dog.

“Yes, I do. I’ll tell you what. Give me her file and if you really can’t, I will.” I watch as the man’s eyes fill with tears. He grabs my hands that are resting on the table and clutches them to his heart. Okay, this is awkward.

“Thank you. That would be amazing,” Ben says.

I pull my hands back and as I do I glance at the door that has just swung open with a bang. Standing there with her rainbow hair wild, and a sexy-as-fuck fire in her eyes is Ashley, AKA Tinkerbell. She does not, however, look like Tinkerbell now, she looks like a very pissed off woman and she is also looking at me.

I watch in stunned fascination as she storms over and stands in front of me. I look to Ben who has jumped up and started babbling.

She turns to him and hisses, “Sit, I’ll deal with you in a second.” She pushes him with her finger in his chest slightly and he sits. Her whole body turns, and she concentrates her anger on me. I’m confused as to what the fuck is going on. She looks down at me and I fight the need to stand up to my full height of six foot two inches.

“How could you? How could you behave in such a disgusting way and treat people with such disregard? Men like you make me sick. You have it all and it still isn’t enough. How could you betray someone so easily? People who care about you, love you and you lie about things.” She takes a breath and I go to speak but she holds up her hand.

“You,” she pokes me in the chest, “are not fit to breathe the same air as that little girl.”

I stand, and she backs up a bit. Ben takes the opportunity to slip out of the chair and make a run for the door. She turns to look at him as he goes.

“What the fuck are you on about, you crazy woman? Are you off your fucking meds?”

“Don’t you dare try and make out it’s me in the wrong,” she says and walks away.

No fucking way is she getting in my face then walking away. I follow her and notice the sexy sway of her hips in her denim shorts. My mind instantly turns to jelly.

I walk beside her at a fast pace as she power walks her way towards the park.

“Would you please tell me what the fuck just happened?” I ask, as I grab her arm and turn her around to face me. Her chest is heaving and the sight of her angry and wild makes my dick go hard. I am so fucked.

I step closer to her so that we are nearly touching, and she doesn’t step back. “What was that all about?” I ask.

“You’re a liar and a cheat and just because he didn’t catch you don’t think you’ll get away with it.”

“Woman you are fucking crazy,” I say and her eyes squint in anger.

“Well, at least I am not cheating on my boyfriend.”

“What the hell! I’m not cheating on anyone.”

The fire in her eyes flares again and all I can think is I need to kiss this woman. I need to taste the fire. Then it hits me, she said I’m cheating on my boyfriend, not girlfriend. Why does she think I’m gay?

“I saw you with your boyfriend in the park yesterday and then just now with Ben as he clutched your hands and cradled them to his chest,” she spits out.

I want to laugh and then it dawns on me what she was saying and then I do laugh. Which is totally the wrong thing to do.

“You pig, I should have known that you were gay. All the good looking ones are.”

Okay this has to stop. “Woman, I am not gay.” I hear her snort and I snap. Sliding my hands into her hair, I grab her face and tilt her head up. I kiss the breath from her and hear a little moan slip from her mouth. It turns my blood to molten lava. I crush her body to mine and feel her breasts against me. My dick is pressing into her belly and I know she can feel it as she wiggles.

I pull back and lean my head on her forehead. “Would a gay man kiss you like that?” I ask as I look at her. Her eyes are cloudy with passion and then fury. She wrenches from my arms and runs. I go to chase her, but the sensible part of my brain stops me, well that and it’s difficult to run with a boner.

I was right, she tastes like perfection. I just hope I didn’t just take a bite out of the poison apple.