Page 139 of Crazy for this Girl

“Don’t businesses have hours?”

I step forward, causing Tanner to back the hell off the threshold of my room. “Google it.”

Tanner opens his mouth, but Laynee shows up at my side. “Thanks, Tan, but I’m good. Cal and I have reservations for breakfast and some other prospects we wanna check out. It’s going to be an early day.”

Did she just call him Tan?

“Thanks for stoppin’ by, Tan.” Then I slam the door in his face and hope that I at least get his nose with it.

And within the next half-second, I have Laynee’s biceps within my taut fingers, and her spine pressed up against said surface with me in her face.

“I’m fucking sorry,” I concede slowly, feeling all the blood rush from my once hard cock to my fuming brain. “Did you just call him by a nickname?”

Laynee’s face squints at me like she can’t decipher if I’m in the middle of throwing a temper tantrum or losing my damn mind right now. “Yeah…”

“I’m going to ask you one more time”—I place both of my palms on either side of her face and smell the fresh flowers and maybe lemons—“did my cousin touch you tonight?”

“No.”

“Did you want him to?” Laynee’s palms slam into my chest, but I don’t move. I want to know.

Then I want to slice his throat.

“You’re starting again,” she warns as if that’s going to do anything. Everything I’m saying is counterproductive with the main goal I’m trying to accomplish here.

My heart never worked right without Laynee.

It would never beat the same if not for her.

And now I have her within my grasp and I don’t know what to do, just like last time. I either fuck up what we have or fuck her into feeling something for me back.

The latter sounds like a horrible idea, but the fun ones always do. And I think it’s time I start ruffling some feathers in my life to get what I want.

“And I’m going to start all over again, Laynee, if you don’t answer me right and don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not going to fuck your cousin.”

“I want to make sure you mean both.”Elliott and Tanner.

“Fuck you.”

A small smile immediately transforms on my lips, but I hold back on that comment. She will fuck me. “Go eat, Laynee. You’re hangry is starting to show again.”

“And so is your asshole.”

“Then this shouldn’t be new to you. I’m just older, richer, and a hell of a lot needier now that you’re back in my life.”

“As your assistant.”

I push back against the door and allow her some space before she gets smart and knees me in the balls. “Whatever you need to call it. You’ll be assisting me—”

“Say it,” she seethes. “And I’m walking right out this door, Cal Harper, and you’ll never see me again.”

“Contract, remember?”

She snorts haughtily. “I dare you to sue me.”

“Do you?”

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