Page 44 of Forbidden Cravings

“Stand down, Mason. You act as if you don’t trust me,” Donelli said as Angie sauntered into the room, oblivious to the tension in the air.

She’d put more clothes on, but her tits still hung exposed under the tight black jumpsuit she wore. It was snug in every area that would tempt a man, her red manicured toes peeking from below the billowing bottoms that rested over her open stilettos.

“Daddy, why are there guns pointed at me?” She breezed by me, walking over and kissing her father on the head, deliberately leaning down to flash her cleavage to me.

“Just a mix-up, pumpkin. You should be careful barging into closed rooms. I’ve warned you about that before.”

She eyed me, her gaze casting the same hungry scan of my body as she’d done in the hallway.

“So, this is the infamous Mason Brinks. If I’d known when you bumped into me in the hall, I would have stayed and flirted longer.”

I gritted my teeth, not interested in playing her game.

“Mason, this is my daughter, Angela?—”

“Angie,” she corrected, walking toward me. My jaw tensed and I glowered at her, causing her path to falter. “You are intense. I like that intensity. Do you bring that out in the bedroom?”

“Angela, behave,” Donelli scolded. “Sit. We’re going to have a pleasant lunch with none of that behavior. Where is your brother?”

“Flirting with Casey again,” she said, dropping into the seat next to her father and batting her eyes at me. “She’s going to deck him if he makes another play for her.”

A flare of jealousy sliced through me, and I ground my teeth further, hoping Donelli didn’t notice.

“Sit, Mason and relax. Angela doesn’t bite.”

“Tony does from what his last girl told me,” she prattled on, clearly oblivious to my tension.

I snapped my suit jacket and sat, my eyes keen to the interaction between Angie and her father. She was still rambling about her brother’s escapades, as if this weren’t a meeting between two bosses. I wasn’t sure why she was part of this or why Casey would be. Tony might have made sense, although from everything Tyson had told me, he was more interested in the party life than taking over for his father. With every word she spoke, my envy mounted. Just when I thought I would lose it, Tony strolled in with Casey by his side. Thankfully, they’d used a side entrance instead of the main doors where Angie had entered and caught me unawares.

Casey looked ravishing. She’d changed and the pile of clothes in Angie’s hands earlier now made sense. Casey was a completely different body type from Angie’s long, thin frame, but the dress she wore fit perfectly, enhancing every curve I missed touching. The neckline was too low, revealing her full breasts and making me want to rip Tony’s eyes out. A slit ran from her mid-calf up to her thigh, her curvy leg protruding with each step and tempting me to run my tongue along it.

Where I’d thought she was adorable in the outfit she had on earlier, she was sexy in this.

“It’s a good thing I’m tall,” Angie said. “Otherwise, that dress wouldn’t look nearly as good on your short, thick frame.”

I swiveled my attention to her, seeing the jealousy in her eyes. I’d wanted to strangle her before for daring to flirt withme, but now I wanted to tear her to pieces. Donelli shot her a look but didn’t scold her, giving me the impression that this was normal behavior for her.

Her comment didn’t faze Casey, who replied, “Does this even cover your ass with those giraffe legs? My tits are a little squished since they’re so much bigger than yours, but I guess I make it work.”

Angie glared at her before giving her a nasty smile. “I guess some men like that thick look.”

“Enough Angela,” her father warned her before giving me an apologetic look. This may have been an official meeting, and I should have held my tongue, but she’d hit my last nerve.

“I do,” I said to Angie, taking a swig of my scotch and loving how her expression morphed before she recovered. “I prefer my women thick. They’re better in bed.”

Her mouth gaped, and I glanced over at Casey to see her lips lifting to a wicked smile. Donelli chuckled and shook his head. If it had been any other boss, this conversation would never have taken place.

“Their tits are bigger, too,” Tony said, ruining the moment as he sat next to Casey. The urge to pull my gun out and plug him full of holes was one I was having a hard time controlling. Especially when he scooted closer to Casey and put his arm around her. “Casey’s got amazing tits, don’t you, princess?”

The fire that burned in me was a red-hot searing heat that needed release. Casey shoved his arm away just as his father said, “Tony, have some respect. Is that the way your mother raised you?”

“Nah,” he replied with a laugh. “Ma would have smacked me upside the head for that.”

“Someone should,” I sneered.

He thumped his elbows on the table and studied me. “You just as overprotective of my princess as her brother is?”

“You could say that,” I managed, silencing the growl that wanted to accompany my words. “And she’s not your princess.”

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