Page 41 of Forbidden Cravings

“You say that every day, Tony. What do you want?” I said, not bothering to look up from my spreadsheet. I was far from sexy today. A pencil poked out from my head where I’d used it to secure my hair after I couldn’t find a hair tie in my bag. Ripped shorts accompanied a tank top that was a size too big. And my black flip-flops with the kittens on them topped the look off. The only thing that looked sexy on me was my manicure.

I usually tried to look the part of the put together accountant for the Donelli family, but I’d been in a funk this week and hadn’t bothered to do my laundry.

“My father wants to see you. You and I are eating lunch with him.”

Shit. I couldn’t see Vince Donelli looking like I’d spent the morning on the beach. “Damn, is Angie here?”

“Yeah, she’s out sunbathing by the pool. Why?”

“When does your father expect me?”

“In twenty minutes.”

I got up, muttering thanks, and dashed from the room, ignoring his call for an explanation. I was halfway down the hall when I rounded the corner and smashed into a solid chest. Hands came out to steady me, hands that held a familiarity to them that I didn’t want to admit. I looked up, meeting Mason’s green eyes, my chest heaving painfully until I found my words.

“Mason?” His name was barely audible, a breath of life that lit my soul.

He gave me a crooked grin. “I was just coming to find you.”

“You were?”

He released my arms, his fingers grazing my bare skin.

“That’s quite a look, Case. Sexy, but in a disheveled way.”

I bit my lip.

“What are you doing here?” I said, trying to regain my ability to function.

“Brinks,” Tony said, coming around the corner.

“Tony,” he acknowledged back with a respectful nod.

“Good to see you, old man.”

Mason raised his brow. He wasn’t that much older than Tony, so I knew Mason was biting back an insult. “Likewise. I hear we’re having lunch together.”

“Yeah, my father has some things he wants to discuss with us.” He threw me a wink, then sauntered away. “Twenty minutes, princess. I’ll let Angie know you need help finding something more appropriate for lunch with my father and to make sure it’s something that lets me see those sexy tits.”

He didn’t turn back to see the way Mason’s jaw ticked or the knuckles that were clenched so tight I could hear them popping.

“Mason, I?—”

He glanced over at his man and the one Donelli must have assigned to watch him before grabbing me by the arm and dragging me down the hall to my office. The dark fury in his eyes spoke volumes as he threw me in and slammed the door shut. He was on me before I could react, shoving me against the wall and pinning me.

“Are you fucking Tony Donelli?” he sneered.

I laughed, the thought that he was jealous of Tony too funny not to.

Grasping my waist, he snarled, “You find that funny,princess?”

“I’m not fucking Tony. Nor have I ever fucked him. He’s been trying to get in my pants for years and calling me princess for just as long.”

He relaxed, but only slightly, his grip on my waist loosening as he ran his hand down my ass. “Has anyone touched you since you left?” There was an underlying plea to his question.

“No.”

“No? Not a single hand on this body?” His hand slipped under my shirt, moving below my bra. I moaned at his touch, having missed it for too long.

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