Page 16 of Heated Caress

“Sure, you do,” I say, spreading my arms wide. The ice underlying my voice is not lost on anyone in this room, least of all her. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

“You put a security detail on me.”

“You wouldn’t let me watch over you.”

She smiles, and it’s a mean little thing that makes my blood spike. Fuck the things I could do with her.

The things I’m going to do with her.

I can’t deny my base nature, and I’ll fucking deal with her brother and cousin when the time comes. But oh yeah, sweet Mia and I are going to have our depraved moments.

She’s going to beg for it all too.

“I fired them.” Mia’s mean smile deepens. I bet she’d stop if she knew the heat it spikes through me, the way it feeds my libido. “And they won’t be coming back. I called the company and had the contract canceled.”

God, she looks so pleased with herself that I almost laugh.

“Did you?”

“Yes, so—”

“I’ll take over. Glad we’ve worked this out.” I’m aware the others are watching us with way too much interest, but I really don’t give a fucking damn. “Just so you know, you can’t fire me. Now back to business.”

For a moment, I don’t think she’s going to answer me. But she does.

“This isn’t Leo’s business nor yours, for that matter,” she says. “When it comes to Hellfire Dancers, I look out for it and report only to the owners.”

She gestures at Reaper and Angel.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Good thing this is just tangled with why I’m here then.”

“You keep talking the talk, Christian. I really don’t give a fuck if you feel guilt. I’m fine. And I can take care of myself.”

“Mia, with what happened to you and Blake, I don’t give a damn if you think you can take care of yourself, if you want to assuage whatever guilt you think I have, and your level of fine. I don’t even give a fuck if you think this drug business is my business or not. It is. End of story.”

Her gaze holds mine for a long beat until she finally turns and glares at the other two. “Kick him out. Ban him. I’ll deal with my brother.”

“They can ban the fuck out of me, sweetness, it just means I’ll follow your ass so close you’d think two had become one. It also means I have the time to be around you twenty-four-seven.

I don’t point out I’m planning on that, anyway, at least as much as I can.

“You won’t do anything of the sort.”

“Try and stop me.”

“I despise you.”

“Well, I have some theories on that. I’ll whisper them all in your ear when I’m superglued to you.”

Her cheeks turn that rose shade again because she’s definitely reading between those lines and getting what I mean.

I’m going to be with her, I’m going to tear down her defenses and fuck her so hard, the only name she’ll remember is mine. And that theory of her despising me being cover for her desiring me? That’s gonna be fun to whisper in her ear as I make her come over and over again.

Deliberately, I stop that line of thought. I really don’t need a raging hard-on right now. Not with these two guys looking at us both with something akin to fascination.

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