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She makes a sound deep in her throat. My dick twitches. My pulse speeds up.
She pivots, grabs a half-full beer mug sitting on the bar counter.
I growl, "Oh, no, you don’t."
She turns, swings it at me. The smell of hops envelops the space.
I stare down at the beer-splattered shirt, the lapels of my camel colored jacket deepening to a dull brown. Anger squeezes my guts.
I fist my fingers at my side, broaden my stance.
She snickers.
I tip my chin up. "You're going to regret that."
The smile fades from her face. "Umm." She places the now empty mug on the bar.
I take a step forward and she skitters back. "It’s only clothes." She gulps. "They'll wash."
I glare at her and she swallows, wiggles her fingers in the air. "I should have known that you wouldn’t have a sense of humor."
I thrust out my jaw. "That’s a ten-thousand-pound suit you destroyed."
She blanches, then straightens her shoulders. "Must have been some hot date you were trying to impress, huh?"
"Actually," I flick some of the offending liquid from my lapels, "it’s you I was after."
"Me?" She frowns.
"We need to speak."
She glances toward the bartender who's on the other side of the bar. "I don’t know you." She chews on her lower lip, biting off some of the hot pink. How would she look, with that pouty mouth fastened on my cock?
The blood rushes to my groin so quickly that my head spins. My pulse rate ratchets up. Focus, focus on the task you came here for.
"This will take only a few seconds." I take a step forward.
She moves aside.
I frown. "You want to hear this, I promise."
"Go to hell." She pivots and darts forward.
I let her go, a step, another, because... I can? Besides it's fun to create the illusion of freedom first; makes the hunt so much more entertaining, huh?
I swoop forward, loop an arm around her waist, and yank her toward me.
She yelps. "Release me."
Good thing the bar is not yet full. It's too early for the usual officegoers to stop by. And the staff...? Well, they are well aware of who cuts their paychecks.
I spin her around and against the bar, then release her. "You will listen to me."
She swallows; she glances left to right.
Not letting you go yet, little Bird.I move into her space, crowd her.
She tips her chin up. "Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested."
