Page 31 of Black Heart

“Oh, fuck no.”

CHAPTER11

“Well, this is fun,” Shayne said, sighing heavily as he dropped down on the couch while Tristan and Marty sat there, glaring across their desks at each other.

“Ye’d think after two weeks that this would get old, but it hasn’t.” Shayne drawled.

Tristan ignored him as he usually did during their daily standoffs.

After another glare in his direction, Marty returned her attention back to what she was working on while he took advantage of the move and ran his eyes over her. His lips twitched into an appreciative grin as he took in her conservative, but incredibly sexy, black blouse that showed a hint of cleavage and hugged her breasts the way that his hands ached to. He groaned inwardly when he thought about the short, black skirt and heels that she wore today.

Was she trying to kill him?

“Tell me something, how exactly are you supposed to catch me today if you’re wearing heels?” Tristan drawled even as he ran his eyes over her and nearly fucking groaned.

He liked the sexy way she’d pinned her long hair back into a lazy bun that left several long strands dangling over her neck, the sexy little business dress, and let’s not forget those long legs and high heels. He could definitely picture those heels digging into his ass while he slid inside her.

Without looking up, Marty opened her bottom desk drawer and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes. Tristan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Do you really think that you’ll be able to change your shoes fast enough to catch me today?”

For the past two weeks, he’d taken great joy in pissing her off. There was honestly nothing better than watching Marty get adorably pissed. Her eyes would narrow on him while she struggled to bite a growl of frustration that was honestly too fucking adorable for words. It was probably wrong to purposely piss her off for his own enjoyment, but…what the hell.

He couldn’t remember enjoying himself this much at work before. There was last year when he ran off the previous occupant of that desk, but that was completely different. He didn’t enjoy fucking with him, well, yeah, he did, but his reasons had been simple then. He’d just wanted the little prick out of his office.

“Are you going to send me to another strip club to pick up your lunch again?” she shot back, making him chuckle.

Since she was supposed to be his assistant, Tristan decided to see how far he could push her. He heard The Fluffy Bunny had great ribs, not that he’d ever go to one of those places much to Shayne’s dismay, but he thought it would be funny to send Marty in there to pick up his lunch.

She came back an hour later, glaring at him. Without a word, she dropped a huge brown paper bag on his desk and stormed off. The ribs were dry as hell and tasted like leather, but he’d sat there smiling while he ate every last bite.

“Or are you going to trick me into getting out of the car again and then ditch me on the side of the road, leaving me to walk back to the office?”

“I eventually came back for you!”

* * *

She really loved his smile.

It reminded her of the time when he used to be her world when his smiles came easy and-

God, she missed him so much.

If his pranks made him happy, then she’d let him have them. They really didn’t bother her that much since it made him smile, and of course, she always got him back.

Like with the ribs.

The girls at the strip club did her a favor by giving her three-day-old ribs and fries that she may have dumped an entire salt shaker on, along with a pint of soured coleslaw, but he ate every last bite just to rub it in her face. He’d paid for it later, Marty thought, biting back a smile, remembering the two bottles of antacid that he was forced to drink.

“You snuck through the woods and scared the hell out of me! I thought you were a bear, you jerk!” Marty said, watching as he laughed harder.

She still couldn’t believe that he was able to sneak up on her like that. He had his arms around her and growled in her ear before she knew what was happening. She may have screamed…a little.

* * *

“Ah, good times,”Tristan said with a heartfelt sigh.

He really loved working with her, which he really shouldn’t. She couldn’t stay, but until she left, he didn’t see why he couldn’t have a little fun.

Someone knocked on the door, making Tristan sigh. It was time to get back to work. Of course, that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t consider his next move. There was always the interrogation room. He chuckled at the memory of her pacing the room while glaring daggers at the one-way mirror, where she knew that he was watching her.

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