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“You have quite a mouth on you, don’t you? Maybe it’s time somebody teaches you how to use it.”
“Oh, are you offering? Fuck off. I can handle myself, thank you.”
“Freya, that guy was twice the size of you. You kept egging him on. If I hadn’t been there—”
“You’re right; this is all my fault. I was asking for it. Do you think it’s what I was wearing?” I squish my boobs together to increase the cleavage.
“That’s not what I said.”
“Why don’t you go back and sit with the rest of the team? I didn’t ask for your help.”
He snakes his hand up the side of my neck until his fingers are buried in my hair. His thumb gently brushes my temple. I hate how good it feels. He leans in until his lips sweep over the shell of my ear and his warm scent surrounds me—I shove him backward.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking frustrating. Do you always lash out like this when someone tries to help you or is your mouth something special you reserve for me?”
I roll my eyes. “Please, I would never give you my mouth, much lessreserveit.”
“I like seeing you stand up for yourself. You’re kinda hot when you talk back... You’re like a fireball nobody can touch.” He chuckles. “This ridiculous hair definitely matches your personality.” He thumbs one of my locks and ever so gently tugs as it runs through his fingers. The edges of my vision blur with the overflow of nerves firing. I’ll never let myself go more than a week without an orgasm again.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing right now? Isthisyour version of hitting on women? Does this actually work for you?” I glare at him.
He smiles. “Sometimes.”
“Hate to break it to you, but whoever was willing to fuck you was just too lazy to jerk off.”
He shakes his head. “You’re just begging to be put in your place, aren’t you?”
This is the most he’s ever spoken to me, and even though he gets on my nerves, part of me wants him to keep talking.
“Fuck you. God, I hope you choke on all the shit you talk.”
He pushes me back, pinning my arms to wall with one hand and cupping my face with the other. He levels his eyes with mine.
“Look, goddamnit. Next time, when someone talks to you like that asshole back there, and I’m not here, you’re not going to provoke them. You’re going to call Justin over and make him deal with it.” The fury in his voice is so contradictory to his gentle caress on my face. “Promise me.”
This motherfucker . . . he enrages me. But he also gives off this fluttering feeling that I can’t get a handle of.Why does he have this effect on me?
“No. I don’t owe you shit. That call is mine, not yours.”
He’s not going to tell me how to do my job. Besides, I like walking out the big mouthy ones, it makes my balls feel bigger.
His thumb stops moving and lowers down to my neck, and he searches my eyes. I tilt my chin up, daring him to try me. He doesn’t back down, showing just how far he can wrap his fingers around my throat. My lips part, it’s a strange new feeling of power. I’m not usually in this position. My mind quickly catalogs every sense I’m experiencing so I can log this moment in my memories to appreciate later.
Someone could walk around the corner at any time and find him pressed against me, but the sounds from the bar seem miles away. I’m surrounded by the scent of his clean cologne. And best of all, the feel of his rough, masculine hands holding me in place. If I didn’t hate him so much, it would be nice. His furrowed eyebrows and intense glower confirm he’s picturing the same things I am. He looks at my lips, studying them.
“And what about all the creeps fromFollowers? Huh, Hellcat?”
Without warning, he drops his hand and backs away. The loss of his body heat sends a chill through me, but not nearly as much as his words.
When the name registers, I freeze. Did he just say what I think he said?He didn’t...the blood drains from my face.
“What did you just call me?”
He looks away for a quick moment, and his jaw tics. When his eyes meet mine again, they look guilty. It’s a coincidence, it has to be.
I shake my head. “No...”
“Yeah.”
