Page 4 of Bossy Ex's Brother

“Did she come with anyone?” I asked.

“No,” Capo confirmed, and I sighed. I needed to put a stop to this. Something about a woman stumbling out of here alone and drunk bugged me. I was going to have to cut her off and send her home before it was too late and she got too drunk.

I began heading over, and she didn’t glance up as I approached just as she was summoning Brandon for another drink. I shook my head at the latter.

“While I appreciate the business, I don’t think you should have any more,” I slid onto the stool beside her, and she turned to glance at me. There was no flare of recognition in her eyes, which was strange. I had a very recognizable face, but then again, the bar area was pretty dark, usually set like that for the ambiance. After many years of working here, my vision adjusted, but normal people might have difficulty making out much.

Although she had to be seeing something.

Interest was stamped in her expression as she ran her brazen gaze down my body before going back to my eyes. There was a slight flush on her cheeks and desire in her eyes.

And then, in a deliberate provocation, she raised the glass to me.

“Santé,” she said as she tipped it over and swallowed the rest of the liquid.

At that, desire slammed like a hammer in my gut. I wasn’t used to women defying me because they usually either fell at my feet or avoided me altogether. This girl did neither, staring at me boldly as she drank.

And damn if it didn’t instantly get me hard.

Considering who she was, it was probably inappropriate, but right at that moment, I didn’t give a damn. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You know, most women who stare at me like that usually get a good spanking at the end.”

Her lips pursed when she glanced at me, but there was an unmistakable flare of heat in her eyes. “That’s sexist.”

“Not if you like it.”

She opened her mouth as if she was going to say something else, then seemed to change her mind. Instead, she leaned in toward me, deliberately close, and I could see a hint of cleavage straining at her buttons. Damn.

It burned through my skin, and I cocked an eyebrow at her.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, little girl,” I warned her.

“I haven’t been a little girl in a long time,” she said in that same husky tone that was driving me wild. Shewasa little girl, though, at least compared to me. If she were around my brother’s age, that would make her about twenty-five to my forty-five. God, that made me feel ancient.

But then she put her hand on my thigh, and the feeling disappeared.

“People who play with fire tend to get burned,” I warned her again.

Licking her lips, she replied, “Why don’t you show me?”

And just like that, lust roared through my body.

It was strange. I wasn’t one to want a woman this much, with such single-minded, burning desire. I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly she had me so turned on. Sure, she was beautiful as fuck. With her long black hair and dark-rimmed shiny blue eyes, she looked like some kind of Barbie doll. But I’d seen beautiful women throughout my lifetime, and none of them affected me like this.

What the hell?I threw caution into the wind.

Fun had been missing from my life for so long, and this was the most interesting thing that had happened to me in weeks. I found myself taking her hand and pulling her up to her feet. Then, I led her down the long hallway, feeling herpulse thundering in her wrist as I went, barely hiding the desire tearing through my gut.

Once we entered my office, I shut the door behind us, turned around to face her, and pinned her against the wall.

“I’m not the one to play with, little girl,” I told her. “So if you think this is going to be a nice little quick lovemaking session, then you should get out of here right now.”

“I didn’t come here for love,” she said, swaying toward me. “I came to fuck.”

Fuck.That sent chills all over my body.

Her chest heaved up and down as she practically panted the words.

I smiled at her. “That’s what I like to hear.”

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