head to try and sight the placement of the cameras, but as usual the guys had done a perfect job of hiding them.
“I think her dad wanted a word, something about a package that was delivered to his office. He called Will. Did he call you?”
“No. What package?”
“Dunno, bud.” He shrugged. I clenched my jaw, hating only having half the information. I pulled out my cell ready to text Will, then I remembered. I would give him tonight with his family.
“Where’s Aloura?”
“In the music room with her chap. I sat in the van because it was getting a little x-rated.” Jim grinned lasciviously, and I had the sudden urge to wipe the smugness clean from his face with my fist.
“Anything else?” I snapped. He glanced at the closed door, interest sparking his eyes. If he had any idea he was annoying me, he was brilliant at hiding it.
“She’s a hot little piece. The way her body moves. Fuck me, I bet she’s fantastic in the sack. Very flexible, if you know what I mean.” The dickhead had the nerve to wink at me.
“Show some damn respect. She’s your boss .”
“I like a dominant woman.”
I stepped forward. My height and the extra fifty pounds I had on him became abundantly clear. His eyes bugged before he schooled his expression. The fucker was seriously contemplating taking me on. His lips curled, and he patted me on the shoulder before holding his hands up in a placating surrender. Why did every company have that one asshole that had the ability to ruin your entire day?
“Sorry, bud, not wanting to step on any toes. You already made the claim – have at it. Don’t blame you.”
“You need to leave. Now.” My pulse throbbed at my temple, a haze of utter rage misted into my vision.
The fucker chuckled. He turned away from me, but I caught his words. “Uptight prick.”
I clenched my fists at my sides so damn hard I would have nail marks in my palms. Don’t get me wrong, I was no virginal choir boy, but if you wanted in a woman’s pants, you showed her some Goddamn respect. I’d been used, fucked, and left in pain by likeminded bastards, and I refused to play any part of the same. I lifted my hands and tugged hard on my cap. The noises , the endless voices . I could feel them pumping through my veins, screaming to be heard. My ears buzzed, my pulse pounded, sweat beaded on my brow, and my palms were clammy. I staggered, reaching out to steady myself against my car. This shit couldn’t keep happening. I needed to get a handle on it, but my head forced me into a corner of fucked up images and thoughts.
The metal of the car was cool against my skin, the roar of the car engine as the dickwad left the only sound in the silent evening. My heart was racing so fast I gripped at my chest, my stomach twisted painfully. I banged my fists against the roof of the truck as my gut spasmed again.
Men, lots of men...
I sucked in a breath through my teeth, hissing at the sting of my nails piercing the skin on my palms. I closed my eyes tightly and battled against the images swarming my vision.
Hands everywhere, mouths, touching...so much touching...
A sound echoed into the peaceful air, and I realised I had growled.
“Ryan?”
I banged my forehead against the roof of the car, trying to get those images out. The sounds, the smells…
A hand grabbed my shoulder, and I spun round with my fist raised. My eyes wide, my pulse pounding, my fist was shaking as I glared at the man in front of me.
“Whoa. Relax,” Graham said, but I noted the defensive stance he assumed. I dropped my chin and glared at him though my lashes.
“Why the fuck did you touch me?”
“You looked in pain. I shouted but you didn’t answer,” he snapped. Graham was a wiry guy. Easily six feet tall, but much smaller in build than I was. “Don’t touch me.” I panted.
“Lower your fist, Ryan.”
I turned my head and looked at my raised fist like it wasn’t a part of my body. My muscles were coiled so tight I wasn’t sure if
“I think her dad wanted a word, something about a package that was delivered to his office. He called Will. Did he call you?”
“No. What package?”
“Dunno, bud.” He shrugged. I clenched my jaw, hating only having half the information. I pulled out my cell ready to text Will, then I remembered. I would give him tonight with his family.
“Where’s Aloura?”
“In the music room with her chap. I sat in the van because it was getting a little x-rated.” Jim grinned lasciviously, and I had the sudden urge to wipe the smugness clean from his face with my fist.
“Anything else?” I snapped. He glanced at the closed door, interest sparking his eyes. If he had any idea he was annoying me, he was brilliant at hiding it.
“She’s a hot little piece. The way her body moves. Fuck me, I bet she’s fantastic in the sack. Very flexible, if you know what I mean.” The dickhead had the nerve to wink at me.
“Show some damn respect. She’s your boss .”
“I like a dominant woman.”
I stepped forward. My height and the extra fifty pounds I had on him became abundantly clear. His eyes bugged before he schooled his expression. The fucker was seriously contemplating taking me on. His lips curled, and he patted me on the shoulder before holding his hands up in a placating surrender. Why did every company have that one asshole that had the ability to ruin your entire day?
“Sorry, bud, not wanting to step on any toes. You already made the claim – have at it. Don’t blame you.”
“You need to leave. Now.” My pulse throbbed at my temple, a haze of utter rage misted into my vision.
The fucker chuckled. He turned away from me, but I caught his words. “Uptight prick.”
I clenched my fists at my sides so damn hard I would have nail marks in my palms. Don’t get me wrong, I was no virginal choir boy, but if you wanted in a woman’s pants, you showed her some Goddamn respect. I’d been used, fucked, and left in pain by likeminded bastards, and I refused to play any part of the same. I lifted my hands and tugged hard on my cap. The noises , the endless voices . I could feel them pumping through my veins, screaming to be heard. My ears buzzed, my pulse pounded, sweat beaded on my brow, and my palms were clammy. I staggered, reaching out to steady myself against my car. This shit couldn’t keep happening. I needed to get a handle on it, but my head forced me into a corner of fucked up images and thoughts.
The metal of the car was cool against my skin, the roar of the car engine as the dickwad left the only sound in the silent evening. My heart was racing so fast I gripped at my chest, my stomach twisted painfully. I banged my fists against the roof of the truck as my gut spasmed again.
Men, lots of men...
I sucked in a breath through my teeth, hissing at the sting of my nails piercing the skin on my palms. I closed my eyes tightly and battled against the images swarming my vision.
Hands everywhere, mouths, touching...so much touching...
A sound echoed into the peaceful air, and I realised I had growled.
“Ryan?”
I banged my forehead against the roof of the car, trying to get those images out. The sounds, the smells…
A hand grabbed my shoulder, and I spun round with my fist raised. My eyes wide, my pulse pounding, my fist was shaking as I glared at the man in front of me.
“Whoa. Relax,” Graham said, but I noted the defensive stance he assumed. I dropped my chin and glared at him though my lashes.
“Why the fuck did you touch me?”
“You looked in pain. I shouted but you didn’t answer,” he snapped. Graham was a wiry guy. Easily six feet tall, but much smaller in build than I was. “Don’t touch me.” I panted.
“Lower your fist, Ryan.”
I turned my head and looked at my raised fist like it wasn’t a part of my body. My muscles were coiled so tight I wasn’t sure if
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