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The man turns to me, eyes wide at my clear disrespect in using this powerful man’s Christian name.
Names hold power.
If you use them right, you hold the power.
“I tried to stop her, Dante. I swear—"
“It’s fine, Marco. I know how unpredictable our Delilah can be.” His eyes are filled with entertainment, like he’s living for this moment.
Like he was waiting for it.
I refuse to look into the way that makes me clench a bit.
His eyes stay locked on mine as I stare at him, my tongue sliding between my front teeth and lips in irritation. “Richard, we don’t need legal counsel. Thank you for the offer, but there are many other attorneys much more qualified to take on our complex businesses.”
“Excuse me—"
“Now leave.” His eyes graze the jeans, tight, low-cut top, and the sliver of belly that’s revealed, and heat is added to the feelings in his gaze.
“Just because some bitch—"
Marco’s arm wraps around my waist, pushing me into the office from where I stand in the doorway and against the wall, stepping in front of me as Dante’s chair scrapes against the floor, slamming into the wall behind him. The man stops talking, his face going pale as he understands where he went wrong. If you ask me, I’d say he went wrong when he tried a combover to hide thinning hair, but that’s just me.
Dante’s tanned hand grabs the collar of the ill-fitting shirt the man is wearing, dragging him up and out of the chair. I tip my head to the side, trying to look around the big man guarding me to get a better view. Marco looks over his shoulder and shakes his head, rolling his eyes.
“Made for this shit,” he murmurs low, and I just smile.
A compliment from Marco? I'll take it.
“You came to me for help because you can’t find a single client in the tristate area willing to work with you and your shitty track record. I will not be helping you because you’re an entitled piece of shit. I do my research before I take a meeting, Richard. I know about you. You deserve what came to you. Pack up, leave the tristate, and start over somewhere else. I’ll be contacting my associates to make sure they don’t offer their business to you, either. Now about you calling our Delilah here a bitch.”
“I didn’t—"
“But you did.” His head turns to Marco, and his eyes catch me peeking out behind his shoulder to watch. Just like his right hand, he shakes his head, exasperated by me. “Marco, please escort our friend here out. You know the drill.” I don’t catch Marco’s face, just the nod of his head as he grabs the back of the man’s collar, moving toward the door.
I’m assuming “the drill” is not just giving the man directions to the turnpike.
“And lock the door on your way out, yes?” Dante says, and again, Marco nods.
“That’s not necessary,” I say as Marco leaves, ignoring me and letting the door click and lock behind him. “I won’t be here long. I just have a few things to say to you, and then I’m out of here.”
“Oh, my sweet Delilah. That’s not how this works.”
“I’m serious, Dante—"
“I see that fire in your eyes, baby. Gonna let you get it out, do your yelling and screaming at me, and when that’s enough, I’m going to fuck some sense into you, bring you back to earth. Calm you down.” I blink at him, at the smile on his face as I stand there, hands on my hips and raging.
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me, baby. Now let me have it. What has you so riled up?” he asks, rolling his sleeves to the elbow as he walks around his desk, leaning against it and crossing his feet at the ankle.
He is not the hottest thing that has ever graced my presence.
Nope.
Now, if I could just convince my body to believe that.
“Come on, Lilah. I didn’t have you last night. Let’s get this part over with so I can fuck you on my desk.” My mouth drops open at his words, at the fucking gall of this man, but this time, I don’t let that stop me from speaking.
