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“You’re going to hit a woman?” Her accusatory tone was complete hypocrisy, considering she’d stood by and watched, even possibly encouraged, these men to hurt Dahlia.
“No.” Trey snickered. “Unlike the company you keep, my men would never think of raising a hand to a woman.”
The woman’s relief was short-lived when Noelle walked in, sidled up next to Trey, and smirked. “I, on the other hand, don’t have that issue.”
Trey took a lot of joy watching Belinda pale and shrink behind her man. Trey would never purposely go after any woman.
Unless you come for mine.
Chapter Nineteen
She woke up on the couch to muttered voices in the background. She knew where she was. Trey’s office. It was a miracle she’d even fallen asleep, but she had. She kicked off the fluffy blanket and sat up in search of her shoes. Someone must have moved them.
Following Rogue’s meeting, he’d dismissed her back to Trey’s office. She played on her phone for the first hour, but her exhaustion over the ordeal had finally caught up to her, and she’d succumbed to her exhaustion. It was only supposed to be a power nap, but when she glanced down at her phone and took in the time, she widened her eyes. It was almost three in the morning, which meant she’d been out for at least four hours.
Dahlia stood, glancing over at the door. It was rarely closed, and it had been left open when she’d laid down on the couch. She walked around the chairs, eyeing Trey, who was on the phone. He may have been listening, but his eyes were locked on her.
“Should I leave?” she mouthed.
Trey slowly shook his head. He held up a finger. It could have meant one minute or one hour. Dahlia licked her lips, and his gaze immediately dropped to her mouth. Trey was usually impossible to read, but she’d noticed a few signs, like his smoldering gaze, the moment before he kissed her. That’s what she was seeing now.
“You work too much,” she whispered.
His lips twitched, and the corner of his eyes crinkled. God, this man was sexy without even trying. What began as a crush had spun into an all-out obsession.
Trey crooked his finger, gesturing her forward.
She raised her brows and pointed to her chest, then angled her finger toward him. He smirked, arched his brow, and slowly nodded while the phone was pressed to his ear. This was the most inviting and easy Trey had been around her. She slowly walked toward him and rounded his desk. All the while, his gaze was pinned on her. She inched closer and glanced down at his desk. His hand was spread flat, and she furrowed her brows. His knuckles were swollen with small scrapes and dried blood. It was a peculiar sight on a man as polished as Trey. Without thought and acting on pure instinct, she reached out, sliding her fingers over his knuckles. Had he been in a fight?
Without warning, Trey tore his hand away and hooked it around her waist, pulling her closer as he turned in his seat to face her. His legs were slightly spread as he leaned back in his chair. Dahlia smiled, not waiting for any type of invitation.
“I need it tomorrow. Oz’s place,” Trey said, staring at her as she climbed over his lap, pressing her hand against his chest. “Yeah,” he said as his hand curved over her hip, pulling her closer.
It was just the welcome she needed.
Trey hung up, and his phone immediately rang again.
“Another hour.”
Dahlia had no idea what it meant, but he assumed he was telling her to wait. I will. She nodded and dropped her feet to the floor, pushing off his lap. She barely moved an inch, and he hauled her back against his chest without saying another word except to answer his phone.
“Yeah.” His hand splayed over her back, his fingers caressing softly against the hem of her shirt, dipping underneath.
She couldn’t be sure what came over her. Maybe it was his hard body underneath hers, or his scent, or the deep tone of his voice. Whatever it was, she found herself moving closer, pressing her lips against his neck and tasting him. She licked and got an immediate reaction. His hand shifted up her back and into her hair, pulling her mouth from his salty skin. She craned her neck, looking up at him for a brief second. Then his lips were on her. Taut and powerful, skimming over hers. She threaded her hand through his hair, shifting closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. All the while, she heard the murmuring in the background from the phone.
His tongue slipped past her lips, deepening the kiss.
He tore his mouth from hers.
“Repeat that.”
His fingers trailed over her cheek, cupping her jaw, forcing her gaze to meet his.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice husky and uneven. So not Trey.
Her smile slipped, and his gaze dropped to her mouth, trailing his thumb over her lips.
“I need it tomorrow. I don’t need to tell you what will happen if I don’t get that information. Correct?”
