Page 40 of Dangerous Vows

She’s pissed I got the upper hand—and she didn’t see it coming.

I smirk. “That sounds about right.”

She exhales sharply, and her nostrils flare. “And you didn’t think to consult me? You know, since I actually help run this place?”

“I made a judgment call.”

“You made a bullshit call,” she huffs. I love the way her anger makes her hot and bothered as her breathing is rapid and her boobs are prominent as she thrusts back her shoulders.

I’d love to make her shoulders thrust back, but it would entail her being under me or sitting on my cock as she screams my name, arching her beautiful back in ecstasy as we come together.

I tilt my head. “Come on, don’t be dramatic. It’s a bachelor’s party, Amara. What did you think they were gonna do in there? Play board games?”

She throws her hands up. “I thought they’d drink, maybe get wasted, and embarrass themselves. Not turn the VIP area into a goddamn strip club.”

“They’re paying for the experience.”

“And I’m paying for the headache of keeping this place reputable.”

I push off the bar, stepping closer to her and lowering my voice so that only she can hear. “Reputable is not fun. And yet, you’re more angry that I distracted you so easily.”

She stiffens. “You’re unbelievable.” She throws her hands out like she’s giving a sermon, and perhaps she is.

“I never pegged you for being an uptight person. You’re anything but in bed. And you’re adorable when you’re mad.”

She glares at me. “And you’re an arrogant ass.”

I grin because I love it when she gets like this—fired up, sharp, all sharp edges and glowing like a winter fire. “If it makes you feel any better, I picked the champagne myself. Only the best for my favorite pain in the ass.”

She folds her arms. “Oh, that makes it so much better.”

“I knew it would.”

She shakes her head, muttering something under her breath. “If you pull this kind of shitagain?—”

“What? You gonna fire me?” I smirk. "Hate to break it to you, but I own the place."

“And I run it,” she shoots back, eyes flashing. “And the next time you pull something like this, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

I don’t doubt that for a second, and fuck, I love that about her. She stands her ground, even when she’s up against me. Maybe especially then.

“Noted,” I say, dragging my fingers along her wrist, feeling how her pulse jumps before she jerks her hand away.

She points a finger at me, voice firm. “No more distractions.”

I nod, trying to look sincere. “No more distractions,” I lie.

She narrows her eyes. “You’re lying.”

“Yeah,” I admit readily. “But you already knew that, so it doesn’t count,” I chuckle. I love how she calls me on my bullshit.

She takes a sharp breath, then turns on her heel and storms out of the VIP lounge, leaving me grinning like a bastard.

I love it when she fights me.

Because sooner or later, I will win. It’s only a matter of time before I’ll have her bent over my office desk, screaming my name.

AMARA

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