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My jaw goes slack.
“Are you…threatening Clint?” I whisper.
“Does he need to be threatened?”
I’m struggling to find words. No one has ever spoken to me like this while they unabashedly eye-fuck me.
Oh God, I’m blushing.
Flustered, I brush my hair from my hair and straighten my shoulders.
“You should stop,” I say firmly.
He cocks his head. “Stop what? You’re the one who has bedroom eyes.”
I tear my gaze away and fix it at the ground. My complexion is too fair to conceal the heat in my face. It’s making pink splotches down my neck and chest.
“You need to stop it,” I say, more sharply this time. “My husband gets jealous.”
“Again. I’m not afraid of him.”
I study him warily. His face is hard to read, but I can feel that he’s got a vendetta against my husband. Maybe they had a soured business deal once upon a time. But whatever it is, I hear the subtle distaste in his words when he talks about Clint. Like he’s something disgusting that needs to be scraped from his shoe.
“Maybe you should be,” I say.
He leans forward and I peek at him through my lashes. “Mrs. Garrison, I could bend you over this desk and fuck you with your husband watching and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word.”
My jaw drops. The silence rings in my ears. He leans back in his chair like he didn’t just say something shocking. Before I can answer, we both hear footsteps in the hall. I scramble to fold my hands and tuck my feet back under the chair.
The door opens and Clint enters with a wiry, graying man in dress pants and a shirt. I recognize him as Jay Reeds, his lawyer. Automatically, I rise to let him have my chair and go to stand by the door. Hands folded and eyes on the ground.
This time, to conceal my bright red face.
CHAPTER TWO
GERARD
I’ve never hated anyone the way I hate Garrisons, especially Clint. But the moment I lay eyes on his redheaded wife, I’m glad I agreed to meet with him.
Tonight was supposed to be a quick transaction. We’re the two biggest ranchers in the state and having to do business together is inevitable. I anticipated a brief meeting where I scrawled my name on paper and walked out without speaking more than I needed to.
But then she walked in.
Nervous, tired, trying to make herself as small as possible so he doesn’t look her way. I know exactly what kind of man he is, so it doesn’t surprise me that his wife acts like a scared rabbit. But it does surprise me that the moment I lay eyes on her, my body reacts like a live wire.
She’s got an hourglass figure with curvy hips and breasts. When she turns, I get a good look at her round ass, big enough I could get a handful and still have plenty leftover, and my mind goes into overdrive. Imagining what it would be like to sink my teeth into her bare ass hard enough to make her scream.
I thought I felt desire before now, but the way my body burns when I look at her face is something new. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. On screen, on page, in real life.
Until this moment, I didn’t know what it felt like to experience chemistry. But I feel it now, and it makes the hair rise on the back of my neck.
The way I need her doesn’t care about decorum. It’s pure, it’s primal.
The unevolved part of my brain is telling me to put a bullet in Clint and drag his wife back to Sovereign Mountain.
It’s tempting, but not exactly socially acceptable.
I steal a glance at her. Taking in her oval face, full mouth, and wide blue eyes. Her brilliant red hair is braided loosely and secured with a bit of string. Freckles dust over her cheeks, nose, and down her chest. I wonder if she has them on her breasts.
