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Short of picking her up and throwing her into my car—which I was tempted to do, but which would have only pissed her off even more. Hmmm, maybe I should have—I convinced her to allow me to order her a pick-up. She stomped off as soon as her car arrived, without saying a word to me.
I contemplated texting her an apology but decided against it. It's not as if I'm actually sorry. If we're going to work together, she has to get used to who I am. I'm not changing myself for anyone—least of all, a strawberry blonde with a waist so slim I could span it with my palm.
Meeting again this morning, she still hasn’t calmed down.
"You're lucky the journalist backed down, once I told him we were compensating him not only for the loss of his equipment, but also for the inconvenience,” she fumes.
"I should have smashed his face for trespassing and for daring to click a photo without permission," I say mildly.
She huffs, "Is that your answer to everything? Just break things?"
If I let you, you’d break my heart, but I’m never going to let that happen.I stiffen.A-n-d where did that thought come from, hmm?Affairs of the heart and I don’t go together. I prefer to live my life uncomplicated by love and any of the messy accompanying emotions.
"You’re not even paying attention to what I’m saying." She tosses her head. The morning light slants in through the window and bounces off the copper nestled between the light strands of blonde hair. There she is. The temper I often see flashing in her eyes matches those hidden strawberry colors. She’s not the calm, collected blonde she tries to portray. She’s closer to the warmer, honeyed tones that she does her best to conceal.
"Rick, I’m talking to you." Golden sparks flare in her eyes. It’s a startling combination with the strawberry-blonde of her hair. It’s what caught my attention first and made me wonder if the carpet matches the drapes. I’d be lying if I said I don’t wank off in the shower to images of her naked and on her knees with her mouth open and ready to receive my cum. My dick lengthens, and thank fuck, I’m wearing my jeans this morning. If I were wearing my sweatpants, nothing would have stopped the fabric at the crotch from tenting. As it is, I widen the gap between my legs to accommodate the action taking place there, then slide down a little in my seat, for good measure.
"Can you say something, instead of looking like you’d rather be anywhere else?” she snaps.
Clearly, my acting skills have gotten an upgrade if I managed to convince her I have no interest in being around her. The only thing that interests me is the twitch in her gorgeous backside encased in that snug little skirt she’s wearing. It’s black—again—but the way it clings to her butt as she paces about… Not to mention, the shapely turn of her ankles in those stockings with her feet balanced on another of those sexy-as-fuck, six-inch heels designed to give me a heart attack with thoughts of her naked and panting, long legs wrapped around my waist. She straightens and folds her arms under her breasts, which, unfortunately—or fortunately—means her tits are pushed out and straining against the prim jacket she has buttoned up over that frothy something she has on underneath.
"My face is up here, asshole," she growls.
"Eh?" I blink, then have the grace to redden. I manage to tear my glance away from her breasts and train it on Priest, who’s been watching our back and forth with a smirk. "What?" I scowl at him.
"We’re lucky I identified the remaining players we need for the team from earlier playoffs. The team is ready to start training together. It means, you two have very little time to sort through your differences," he offers in a mild tone.
She tosses her hair over her shoulder. "I have no differences with hIm."
"I have no differences with her," I say at the same time.
I arch an eyebrow in her direction. "You’re the one raging around the room like a bull."
"Did you call me a bull?" she snaps.
"I could have said the feminine version of it"—I shuffle my feet—"but it would not have been very complimentary."
Color flushes her cheeks. "Did you refer to me as a cow?"
"I didn’t; you did."
"You alluded to it."
I set my jaw. "I did no such thing."
She firms her lips. "Sure you did."
"If you recall what I said, it was something to the effect that you were snorting and pacing about like a—"
"—Don’t say it," she warns.
"—you know what," I murmur.
"See—" She turns to Edward. "He called me a cow again."
"I did not."
"You implied it."
