Page 3 of Sweet Animosity

Mac swatted Anton’s upper arm with the back of his hand before pointing at me. “You know what? It could be his long hair and beard.”

Anton nodded. “Excellent point. He also has hairy arms. Must be that Mongolian blood.”

These two men were my closest friends and business partners.

They were like brothers to me.

I would gladly give up my life for either of them.

My brow lowered. “If you two don’t shut the hell up and help me with her, I’m going to put a bullet in both of your brains.”

The tips of my fingers brushed the side of her full breast as I tightened my grip. “Dammit, woman. Stop squirming.”

“Get your dirty, stinking hands off me, asshole!”

With that she turned her head and sank her teeth into my upper arm.

I clenched my jaw as the bite of pain turned me on more than it hurt. She was a seductive handful. All soft curves, dirty words, and fire.

Anton’s brow furrowed. “What was that American movie? You know the one where he yells ‘you damn dirty ape’?”

Mac rubbed his jaw. “Planet of the Apes?”

Anton snapped his fingers and nodded. “That’s the one.”

My gaze shifted between the two of them. “Are you kidding me right now?”

The woman twisted her hips and slipped between my arms. The moment her toes touched the linoleum, she sprinted. Which was impressive given the heel height of her boots.

I loved a woman with skills.

I stretched out my arm. “See what you both did?”

Anton gestured in the same direction. “Us? You’re the one who couldn’t control the woman.”

My lip curled as I gave him the middle finger. “I have no problem controlling a woman.”

With a nod toward the interior of the office, Mac said, “Gentlemen, we’re about to have a bigger problem.”

I shook my head and gestured behind me. “The exit door is that way. There are no other interior or exterior doors to the office.”

Then I looked up at the jagged, dusty hole in the ceiling where she had crashed through the air vent. “And it’s not like she’s leaving the way she came in. We have her trapped.”

Good thing, because I had no intention of letting her slip through my fingers again.

At least, not before I learned her name, if she liked to sleep on her side or on her back, what color her panties were, and her favorite flavor of ice cream. To start.

If I had learned anything from my friends, when a gorgeous woman fell into your arms, it wasn’t a coincidence. It was fate.

Especially if that woman had hypnotizing, dark emerald green eyes and a filthy mouth.

Mac rubbed two fingers and his thumb along his jaw again. “Very true. But you’re forgetting one thing.”

“Of course, we’re going to have to find out what the fuck she was doing crawling around inside the freaking ceiling,” I said.

A fact that only made her more intriguing.

I hated boring.

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