3

Theodore bit a smile at the murderous look on her face. The woman was fire and storm and he was the wind bringing her to life. And God, he enjoyed watching the look on her face, the play of emotions in her eyes every time he pissed her off. It was almost becoming a sick desire for him. Yes, he was sick alright and Cathy Dark Storm with her fire-spitting brown eyes was awakening a new perverse sickness, a consuming desire to see how far he could push her before she bit him again.

Blood rushed to his cock as that perverse memory returned to his brain. He had abducted her – nothing personal, just another day on the job. And when he tried to feed her she chomped on his hand. He rubbed the spot absentmindedly.

“Mr. Cyneric I think we have no business together. You abducted me and you returned me. End of story.”

“Hmm you are forgetting I saved your life once and I just saved your life again.”

Her eyes sparked fire. “I had it all under control! And now I have 36 cases of useless drinks and no money.”

“You will have three trucks of drinks for free. Come on, Cathy it’s too early to fight. Let’s go in and discuss business.”

“If you think I’ll let you talk me into getting into my office…”

“You will because you want me to. Cathy if you didn’t want me here you would have torn me to shreds five minutes ago.” His eyes took on a darker color. “And you wouldn’t be dreaming about me.”

Her jaw dropped before she could stop it and even when she caught herself she couldn’t bring her mouth to open and deny it. How did he know?!

The man was as sexy as he was unsettling, everything about him set her off.

She looked away, that was a mistake. She was giving herself away but it was either looking away or punching her fist through his face, and as much as she despised the man she loved his face. It was pretty.

He was so close now that when he spoke his voice reverberated through her. “So? Are you going to talk about that here or should we take advantage of your privacy in your office?”

She glared at him again. “My office but nothing is happening. You’ll only be there for five minutes and you’ll tell me what you want as payback, I’ll pay you and you’ll be on your fucking way, okay?”

“Five minutes?”

“Five minutes, Mr. Cyneric.” And with that she whirled on her heels, expertly navigating the curb in those ridiculously high heels. No wonder Smoked Teeth and his group of idiots had thought about messing with her. She looked ridiculously sexy in those black heels and white dress. What the fuck kind of gown was that anyway? It left nothing to his imagination – and Theodore’s imagination was anything but limited where she was concerned.

Her perfectly rounded ass filled out the gown, her curvy hips tapered into finely shaped legs and he imagined himself taking his time worshipping both legs with hands and lips. And some tongue action too.

Would she like that?

Of course, she would. Cathy was a passionate woman, anyone with eyes could see that and so far Theodore was proving he wasn’t blind.

Cathy knew he was staring at her ass but she didn’t want to look. It was just like her dream, the green-eyed monster chasing her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of looking back.

Her butt itched though. She bit her lips to keep from reaching back to touch it.

“Cathy, three trucks have just arrived out front,” Darren said running in from the back door.

Before Cathy could respond, Theodore jumped in. “Those should be my boys. You can tell them to offload the items.”

Once again Cathy struggled to stay focused on the stairs. He was trying to get a reaction from her, trying to get her to look back but she wouldn’t budge.

“Cathy?” Darren asked, his voice was lower. He wanted to know what she had to say after all she was his boss, not Theodore. Besides, he wasn’t about to lose his job just yet.

Unable to take it anymore Cathy looked back and caught Theodore’s gaze from the side of her eyes. The man was bold, she would give him that. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he had been staring at her ass as he let his gaze trail slowly up her body until he was looking into her eyes, challenging her to challenge him.

Cathy looked away. “Get the drinks down to the basement, Darren.”

Darren nodded looking from her to Theodore with narrowed eyes. As soon as he walked away Theodore closed the space between them.

“He is protective of you.”

“Against monsters like you.”

“He is a pup. Do you like him?”

Was that an edge she detected in his voice? She almost laughed. He was jealous of Darren? She had every mind to feed his jealousy but she didn’t want to give him any ideas. The sooner he was out of the club the better.

Without answering his question, she closed the remaining distance to her office and threw the door open.

Theodore followed her his perfect brow marred with a frown for the first time. So that was all it took to wipe off the arrogant look from his face? She filed that knowledge away for later.

But as soon as she closed the door and turned around all rational thought flew from her head out through the open window. He was standing in front of her, an immovable wall in a perfectly fitting suit sans jacket. He was the image of perfection with his tall, sexy body, raven-black hair and the most penetrating green eyes she had ever seen. No man but Asher ever had this effect on her and even Asher was beginning to wane in comparison. Her mouth watered at the powerful picture he presented.

Cathy cleared her throat, trying to pretend that he didn’t affect her sex drive. She would have moved past him if he hadn’t hemmed her in. He was unsettling her for the upper hand.

So be it.

Crossing her arms she assumed her most business-like expression.

“So, Mr. Cyneric we are here now, what do you want?”

“You.”