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“Just because I like fast cars doesn’t mean I can’t have a calming bedroom.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“You don’t know everything about me,” he said quickly, raising an eyebrow as he turned back my way. “Actually, you know almostnothingabout me.”
It was like he’d just tossed a little grenade out into the room with his words. Like I was standing here now, wondering if something was about to blow.
And it kind of pissed me off.
“I know that your top priority is to get a good story out of me, Gilman,” I said. “Point blank. You will always value a good article over anything else. You don’t care whose feelings you might hurt, or whose lives you might ruin.”
My words spilled out with more venom than I’d been anticipating.
Gray looked me up and down, not responding at first, and I wasn’t sure if I’d gone too far.
Had I actually… hurt him?
Not possible.
He’s not affected by a goddamn thing I do or say.
“You’re a problem, Peachel,” he said in a low tone.
“Why?”
“Because I want you. Badly.”
I did a double take.
As usual, I couldn’t tell if he was joking, or just trying to catch me off guard.
But he slipped off his shoes and started taking off his belt, not even making eye contact with me.
Goosebumps rose all over my skin.
“Is that what this is?”
“I want you bent over for me,” he said, and this time his eyes did flick up to look at me.
I swallowed. “Not going to do that just because you’re mad at me.”
“You think I’m mad?” he told me, turning his head to one side.
“I know you are. I got a little too personal, and now you’re getting cocky, like you always do.”
He pulled in a breath. “I just think you look good with your ass naked in the air, waiting for me. Pretty simple. So get on all fours for me.”
My heart pounded.
I wanted to protest. To remind him that I wasn’t stupid, and I would never forget what his main goal was by hanging around me.
But my body responded immediately.
My cock was hard, too.
“Make me,” I said.
I expected him to come forward and shove me down, forcing me with his strength.
