Page 67 of Dirty Love

“You’re paranoid.” I stop in front of him and kick at his foot. “Get out of my suite. Don’t you have something better to do?”

He holds up a piece heavy white card stock. “Maybe. Did you have anything to do with this?”

I reach out my hand to take it, and he holds it just out of reach.

Fine. Whatever. I stalk to the minibar and grab a mineral water.

“It’s an invitation from Best to join him for a fight on Saturday night.”

I glance back over my shoulder at him. “Ginnifer said he’d be in town by the weekend.”

“Are you going?”

“I didn’t get the invite.”

“She didn’t say anything about it?”

I shrug. “No. Maybe it’s not a socialite kind of event. Where is it?”

“No address. Just a time, and an instruction to meet a driver out front.”

“Fun.” I don’t bother to hide my sarcasm. A fight sounds awful.

“Work on your enthusiasm. You’re coming with me.”

“I am not.”

“You still need to impress Best.”

A tension headache starts to pull at the back of my neck. “The invitation wasn’t for me, was it?”

He stands, getting right in my face. “Are you being difficult?”

It would be so easy. Grab his arm behind the elbow, jack my hip up into his. Use my lower center of gravity to my advantage like Wilson taught me.

Knock him onto his back and then step on his nuts.

Instead, I shake my head. “No more than usual. But I’ve got plans on Saturday night.”

“Cancel them.”

We have a silent stand-off, glaring at each other, then he pushes past me and storms out.

Swearing under my breath, I stalk after him and slam the security bolt shut, then turn around and scream.

Wilson’s standing in front of me, and he’s pissed.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I gasp, rubbing my chest for a second before taking halting steps towards him.

He closes the gap and touches his fingertips to my cheek. “I could say the same thing to you.”

“Why?” I turn my face into his hand and let my eyelids flutter shut as he brushes his lips over my jaw and onto my neck.

“It’s a long story. Shhh.” His mouth covers mine, soft and insistent, and oh my God, how I’ve missed him.

Breathing hard, I press closer, letting his kiss fill the emptiness inside me. I curl my tongue against his when he pushes into my mouth, welcoming his too-long-absent exploration.

How did I push him away? I never want to let him go, ever again. I cling to his broad shoulders as he walks me back into the door, pressing me against the cool wood as he draws his flat palm down the heavy curve of my breast and onto my waist.

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