Page 18 of Deadly Don's Savage Vows

“Safer? What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean - it doesn’t matter, Bella. I am the boss, and I am telling you that you are fired.”

I shake my head. I refuse to accept this.

“Nico - unless you want face every legal issue I can throw at you for firing me without reasonable cause - I suggest you call this ridiculous meeting to an end.”

His eyes are dark as he shoots a glare at me that might melt steel. “Did you threaten me?”

Thinking it’s better not to say anything I bite my lip and stare at him through narrowed eyes.

“Bella.”

“Is this meeting over?” I snap.

He clenches his jaw and folds his thick arms across his chest. I watch as the muscles ripple over his forearms where his shirt sleeves are rolled up.

It’s a standoff - both of us not wanting to back down. But I am fighting for more than my job. I am fighting for security for my son.

Finally, Nico shakes his head and closes his eyes. “This meeting is over.” He retorts.

I grab the door handle and yank it open - marching out of the office in a rage.

I can’t believe he tried to fire me.

Even worse - I amstillso attracted to him.

It’s almost nine. The street lamps are shining outside, and I’ve finished my last email. I’m still agitated and anxious about what happened this afternoon and I’m toying with the idea of askingNico what it was really about. But that means having to face him again.

It will better if I do though - and I should get it over with.

Huffing to myself I head out of my office and towards his.

I hear him talking to someone.

“The delivery can be made around back. It’s open now.”

What delivery? I have nothing else scheduled for this evening -

“Nico.” I call out to him. If there is a delivery, I need to log it.

I hear him mutter something and come walking towards me from around the corner. He grabs my arm, dragging me away from whoever he was talking to and into his office.

Closing the door behind himself he glares at me.

“Nico, what delivery?”

“Never mind that - we need to talk about us.”

“Us?” I stammer, awkward.

He rubs his hand over his jaw, dark stubble shading his face. It makes him even more sexy. I swallow hard. What us? What does he mean?

Instead of answering me he walks purposefully towards me, wraps his hand around my jaw and drags me towards him, our lips crash and fire ignites inside me. Every inch of me is suddenly alive, breathing, singing, dancing. My skin is tingling and burning at the same time.

His kiss is fiercely passionate, as though he has been holding back since the moment he saw me - and now he can release it.

I stand on my tip toes and wrap my arms around his neck. His hand explores my waist, across my back and down over my ass.

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