Trigger Happy (Girls with Guns, #2) by Ashley Bostock Page A

paycheck on it," he whispered. "You and I both know that isn't true."
    "You don't know that. You don't even know me, remember?" She could feel the heat rolling off his body. She tried with all her might not to show him the truth that must be present in her eyes. She swallowed the dryness in her throat.
    "Maybe I don't know you. But I remember your body, and right now it's telling me that what you’re saying is a lie. There isn't anyone that's fucked you like I did. Hard like I did, or better than I have."
    "Prove it," she dared him.

CHAPTER SIX
    W ith one glance over his shoulder, making sure he was somewhat out of sight from any one passing down the hallway, he turned back to Amber and proved it. One minute he was business-like and all common sense, and the next, he had her shoved up against the wall sticking his tongue down her throat. His right hand was wrapped around her neck, pressing her head into the wall while his other hand had ahold of her head. Her lips were soft, pliant in his mouth. He devoured her lips and tongue, seeking an answer he knew was there. Her scent invaded his nostrils; he could feel her hands tightening on his shoulders, needing more. That's what he gave her. He kissed her like he knew her, like he knew what she needed. He kissed her full on, as if this one moment was going to prove to him and to her, that he was exactly right. He was what she needed.
    Amber was getting hot in places she hadn't been in a long time. Like, really hot. The minute Gage Alexander, CEO's lips touched hers, she was taken back to that single night long ago. His kiss ignited a fire deep within her belly that hadn't been put out by any other man she had since him. She could feel his hard-on pressing into her lower abdomen, making her wish they were someplace other than the credit union. That thought brought her back to the present. She pushed against Gage; taking all her might, she shoved him away. Her hand came up to slap his face but she wasn't quick enough and he caught her hand with his.
    "You bastard," she told him. Her heart was beating tenfold.
    Still holding her hand, he leaned forward again. "First of all, don't try hitting me. I know how to fight and protect myself. Secondly, are you mad, Amber, because I'm right? Don't play poker, babe. I can see it in your eyes, all over your face."
    She was a mess. Her body was warring with itself on whether she should beg him to fuck her or try kneeing him in the balls. He did this to her all on his own. And she had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. God, she was such an idiot. She couldn't believe she actually thought she could come in here and get him to want her again. Maybe that was the truth - he had never wanted her even back then.
    "Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered. Tears burned her eyes. "Let me go, please. Just let me go."
    Gage's heart stuttered. Her beautiful blue eyes were wet with tears he had put there. He was a complete ass. He hadn't meant to get so out-of-control with her, but those were the type of emotions she stirred in him. What could he say? He gently let go of her wrist, as if that would appease the tension in the room.
    He began to speak, "Amber, -"
    "Save it, Gage." And she walked, almost ran, out of his office and out of the credit union before he could see the tears streaming down her cheeks.
    She got into her car and buckled her seatbelt. She was so naive! She truly thought she would be able to sashay her way into his office and make him want her. He was a guy after all, how hard could that be? She sashayed her way into plenty of men's beds. He shouldn't be any different. Oh, but he is, her conscience told her. She checked her face in the rear-view mirror, confirmed she needed a tissue to clean up her mascara and headed to her tiny tots dance class.
    Dance class was a nightmare. She had never been so on-edge before in any of her classes and today, the kiddos were driving her nuts. Amber, who was usually patient as could be, could