Page 55 of Rush of Jealousy

“Dude, you took that one step too far,” she says, giving Parker a tsk-tsk.

His strong hands help me stand. “Mr. Hoffman is worried about you.”

Rubbing my ass, I stumble into the kitchen to get an ice pack out of the freezer. Parker follows, causing my blood to reach boiling point. “Tell your Mr. Hoffman that he overstepped. Big time.”

“I just—”

“This is his fault, not yours. But please go.”

Parker slips back out the front door, setting my security system. I could have had a heart attack. I plop down onto the sofa, watching Claire join me—almost missing the cushion entirely.

“Wow,” Claire mutters. “Well, that was fun.”

“Fun? You provoked him.”

“Me?” She has the nerve to look innocent. “I simply helped him realize what he’s missing.”

“He’s missing a piece of my mind.”

I get up and stomp out of the room, with one hand holding the ice pack to my ass and the other propelling me up the stairs. I retrieve my phone from Claire’s bed and then make my way into my room for privacy.

Without thinking, I dial Graham’s cell.

“Finally.”

“You fucking had your minion break into my home? Have you lost your mind? You know how messed up that is? Surely, you do. How do you get to this stage of your life and miss these types of things?”

“It’s not breaking if he enters without damage.”

“Yup. You have most certainly lost your mind. Listen here, Mr. Hoffman. Back the fuck off. And never do that again.” My tone is stern, and if Graham knew what was good for him he would heed my warning.

“How badly did you fall, sweetheart?”

I shift on the bed and remove the ice back from my tailbone region, placing it on my nightstand. “Enough to probably be sore tomorrow. But I’ll be fine.”

Graham sighs, letting out a whoosh of air. “I’d massage you if I was there.”

“Stop.”

“You better the hell not be having guys over.”

“Oh yeah, give it to me, Jose and Jack.” I try to perfect my best fake slutty voice.

“I mean it, Angela.”

“Right there. That’s the spot. Ohhh…”

I giggle over Graham’s growl. He can't possibly think I’m being serious.

“So help me, Angie.”

“They are some mighty fine twins, mind you. I always had a thing for twins.”

“You are going to force me to make rash decisions…”

“Tequila and whiskey, you nutball.” I laugh over his sigh of relief. He is so irrational sometimes. “Claire and I have been playing a drinking game with some liquors that happen to have some masculine sounding names.”

“Sounds highly irresponsible.”

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