Page 5 of Hate Sex
Chapter 3
Mateo
“Harder!” I yell at Spencer when his weak ass shot doesn’t move the bag I’m holding. I’ve been training him for the past few months trying to get him in top shape for some modeling gig he got. He’s easy, though. He’s pretty fit so training him is actually a damn good workout for me.
He swings and this time there’s more of a kickback. Nice. He continues pulverizing the bag, and I couldn’t be prouder.
Kota strides into the gym with Dana, her assistant, on her heels. Her long auburn brown hair falls to mid-back with these waves in it that are hot as hell. Her below the knee gray skirt hugs her ass, and the white shirt is pretty much see-through as I can see her, well what is that? It’s not a bra, maybe a tank top? Whatever. It’s hot as hell.
“Take five.” I pull away from the bag as Spencer heads over, grabbing his bottle of water and downing it. “Kota!” I bark across the gym floor. I haven’t seen her in a few days. This should be fun.
Her eyes flash to me, and in the most professional way imaginable she strides up to me. “You bellowed?” she asks sarcastically.
“Want to go over the schedule for the Chamberlin shoot?” She lulls her head back in exasperation.
“We’ve already gone over everything, and it’s been emailed to you. Check your mail.” She punctuates the last words and inside I smile.
“I want you to go over them again.” I know them. I knew them the first time she told me, but this is more fun.
She moves closer, her smell invading my senses. “I do not have time for your bullshit.” If looks could kill, I’d be dead from her hiss.
“Come on, Kota, it’ll only take a couple of minutes. Besides”—this time I move in close next to her ear—“in just the time we’ve chatted here, your breathing has picked up and the pulse in your neck is beating rapidly. Your mouth says one thing and your body another,” I tease.
She shakes her head. “You are such an ass.”
“Only with you, sugar.” Kota’s face turns a fiery red, even her ears sporting the color. Her fists ball up. Damn, I fucking love getting under her skin. No place better to be. Well, besides inside of her.
“I told you not to call me that,” she grits through clenched teeth as her body begins a small tremble.
“What? Sugar?” I fake indifference but move back to her ear. “You do taste mighty sweet.” She gasps at my remark, and I should have expected it. I’ve never once gotten this close to her in the gym. This has always been our Switzerland. Neutral ground. Angry words, of course, but nothing ever sexual. Ever. I know I’m crossing a line, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Stop that,” she says quietly, pulling away from me. “None of that shit. You hear me,” she orders in her take-charge voice. The one that is sexy as hell, and I get hard every time she uses it. She doesn’t know that, though.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I take a step back. “Besides, your being a raging bitch when I just want to know my schedule.”
She follows in my step, only she gets closer in my space. “Bitch,” she clips. “I’ll show you a fucking bitch.” She lunges for me, and I open my arms wide for her. Curses stream through her lips as she fights my hold.
“You might want to tame down the show today,” I tell her, making her still. The people who come here know our relationship. Hell, I’ve enlisted some of them in my haggling of her. What can I say? It’s fun.
“What the hell is going on here?” Devin’s voice booms from behind me. Kota stills enough for me to release her. She stands on wobbly legs momentarily but gets herself together quickly.
“Teo just being an asshole,” she says, flipping her hand in the air and giving an eye roll.
“And Kota just being a bitch.” I shrug. “I’m used to it.”
“You stupid…” her words are cut off by Devin with a hand over her mouth. The nasty glare I was getting is now transferred to him. Nice.
“Enough. Everyone here is watching you two be pigheaded asses.” He removes his hand from Kota. She goes to speak, and he lifts his hand again. “No more. I mean it.” He’s gone into protector mode, and we both know there is no stopping him when he gets like this.
Kota takes a deep breath. “One hour, my office; don’t be late.” She turns on her sexy as hell hot pink heels and strides off to her office, Dana following her inside.
“Can’t you two get along even for a damn minute? This shit is getting old.” Devin crosses his bulky arms over his chest trying to be intimidating. Doesn’t work.
“It’s fun, man. She’s an easy target.”
“She may be, but you need to cut this shit out around here.” Devin ever the diplomat. But if I listened to him, this place would get boring. I don’t do boring.
“Lighten up, it’s all in good fun.” I slap him on the shoulder, squeezing a bit. We’ve been friends for over ten years. That’s a long ass time. He knows me about as much as I know him. Except for the sleeping with his sister part. I thought about telling him since we hide nothing from one another, but two years later, nothing. I don’t know how he’d react to it. Truth is, he could hate it and we could go at it, but it wouldn’t change my feelings for Kota. Nothing will.
