Page 20 of Ink Wars

“I just needed to finish a phone call,” she says, walking out.

I turn and my stupid dick notices how damn good she looks. It pisses me off and I turn my annoyance with myself toward her. “Let’s just do this, I’m wasting time.”

“Glad to see you’re in a good mood again,” she says, grabbing her sketch pad. “We can sit out here or go to the room in the back. The lighting is great in there too.”

I sigh and nod toward the back. “Let’s check out this room.”

Big mistake following her because the dress she is wearing is hugging her ass and with each step she takes it’s getting harder to pull my gaze away.

She opens a door and I’m shocked at how big it is. It’s bigger than my office and has that same bright fifties feel.

“You really like the fifties,” I say, looking around.

The desk she has is clearly from the fifties or a great replica and the mustard yellow chair with chrome accents is pretty cool. She has only one photo on the wall and it’s her with her friends, each of them looking like they stepped out of the fifties.

“I was born in the wrong era,” she says.

She pulls out the drafting table from against the wall and she puts her design on it. I put mine beside hers and we both just stare. They couldn’t be more different. The bird position is different, the wings are different, even the eyes are different. Not to mention she has the feathers, beak, and feet colored.

“Yours looks too friendly,” I say, shaking my head.

She snaps her head toward me and narrows her eyes. “Yours looks like it’s dead and falling to the ground.”

I laugh and point at my design. “This is a kickass falcon going in for the kill. If you can’t see that, maybe you should get your eyes checked.”

She hops up on her desk and shakes her head. “Maybe you should learn how to take criticism.”

“Maybe you should learn that you don’t always get your way, princess,” I say, smirking.

“Maybe you need to understand I’m the fucking queen, not a princess,” she says, raising her eyebrows.

I step forward and rest my hands flat on the desk on either side of her and search her gorgeous brown eyes. “Even a queen is known to be dethroned,” I hiss.

“Not by the jester.”

I grin moving a bit closer to her. My pulse is racing as her breathing picks up. The sexual tension is so strong you could fucking cut it with a knife.

“I’m far from a joke, princess. You should know this by now. I’m a force that even a queen can’t destroy.”

She gives a small laugh as she tries to move back a bit, but there’s no place to go and she knows it.

“Corbin this is getting us nowhere,” she says, dropping her eyes to the ground.

“Because you want me to fuck you?” I ask.

Her head snaps back so fast you’d think she was slapped. “What? Hell no,” she shouts.

“You’re a terrible liar.” I smile moving so close I could capture her lips, but I don’t. “Maybe that’s how we make this work, princess. We fuck out the tension,” I whisper.

She pulls back a bit to get a better view of my face. She doesn’t know if I’m serious or not and she’s searching for something to let her know.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, but I am. You hate me and I hate you, but you want me as much as I want you. So let's just do it,” I say, shrugging.

Harry was right. The only way to work with her is to fuck this sexual tension away. Being in this room with her it’s impossible to focus because my dick is in control. Her scent is surrounding me and her incredible body is the only thing I can concentrate on.

Something needs to give, and it won’t be my chance at going Hollywood.

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