I flicked my hair behind my shoulder and turned to her. “He’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Ah huh. We’ll see how long it takes before we’re having mojitos because of him.”
* * *
-Rafael-
I was more than a little hot under the collar by the time the elevator doors closed on Landon-Michaels PR.
Judging merely from what I’d witnessed over the last hour and a half, Boss Lady was one hell of a force to be reckoned with. Too bad for me; that worked against my determination to cash in on the date she owed me.
It took all my willpower to not push my luck too far, to not give in to the near overwhelming desire to touch her in places I shouldn’t. I wasn’t used to exercising such restraint; on the streets—my domain—there was no holding back withanything.
Colton had a fuck-ton to answer for, and I dialed his number as soon as I stepped from the elevator onto the ground floor. I was pushing through the glass revolving door that led to the street when he answered.
“Hey, Raf. I’m driving so you’re on speaker phone. All good?”
Not breaking stride, I pursed my lips, thentsked.“The fuck you think, man?”
His chuckle came through the phone. “Are we talking business, or personal?”
“Both.”
“Look, if you want out, I’ll understand-”
“It’s not that.” I cut him off. “It’s… fuck, you’veseenher, Colt. She’s fucking gorgeous!”
Humor laced his voice. “Well, I would normally agree with you, but I’ve got Ryles in the car with me, so-”
Anoofleft his chest after what sounded like a hit to his stomach. A female giggle filtered through his rolling laugh.
“Hi, Rafael,” Rylee called.
“Shit,” I cussed under my breath, then changed my tone. “Hi, Rylee. Ah, sorry for the cussing just now.” I rubbed at the back of my neck, feeling thrown off my rant now that I knew his woman was listening in.
“It’s fine. Nothing I’m not used to.”
A beat of silence came before Colton murmured, “You know you’re my spark, baby.”
Impatient and not wanting to listen to more of their private conversation, I cut in. “I’ll leave you to it. Ring me back when you can.”
“Later tonight?”
“Sure, brother.”
Disconnected and still less than happy, I beeped the locks on my Porsche and slid behind the wheel. The A4 manila folder containing our contract lay on the passenger seat, exactly where I’d haphazardly tossed it before the meeting. I glared at it as if it held the power to crumble my empire.
Greer was the last person I’d expected to see today, dressed in expensive-ass business attire and power-walking on Louboutins as if they were basketball kicks. Sexy asfuck.
She took charge of the meeting with surprising authority, and it made my dick sit up and take notice. Visually, her appearance was a world away from the seductive mamacita I’d met on the street, yet not out of place perched among the suits at the top of the corporate ladder.
It only made me want her more; there was something incredibly alluring about a woman in control. She held an air of power and sensuality that made me want to bend her over her desk and break her into submission. To have her on her knees before me, relinquishing charge whether she wanted to or not. The strong ones were always the most satisfying to unravel.
I grunted away the images rolling through my head and adjusted my cock to stop it pressing against my zipper. Jesus fuck, I was out of my depth.
I desperately needed a distraction; another pussy to stop me from wanting to get all up in Greer’s. One that wasn’t off-limits and fell open without resistance. Or two, for that matter, as Tequila and Stevie came to mind.
But for now, that would have to wait; I had shit to do this afternoon and needed to get my head straight before meeting with a potential car-hunting client this evening.