FOURTY

❧ Darian ☙

I rip the top button of my shirt from its hole as I stare into her eyes. "What does it look like?" it takes me a few seconds to rip off the rest of the buttons and pull the shirt out of my pants.

She drags her gaze over every inch of my slowly revealing skin. She may think she's above it all, but I can see the whites of her eyes as she takes in my abs and the tattoos covering my torso.

I toss my shirt on the chair and unbuckle my belt, never taking my eyes off her. But she continues to stare at my body like it's the last dessert on the buffet. "See anything you like?" I shout at her.

When she doesn't answer, I take off my belt and snap my fingers in front of her nose. He startles and grabs the desk by the hips. His eyes dart to mine. "What?"

"It's rude to stare, Fiorella, tell me what you want, what you were going to offer Connor and maybe he'll give it to you. Use your words." She swallows hard, her voice low and husky as she replies.

"You call me darling when you're angry