“Where are you going?” Maegan asked.
“To go check my tenant’s furniture,” I replied.
“But I did that. It’s okay.”
I ignored Maegan and continued to the elevator.
Every second it took to get from my floor to Brielle’s, I grew more annoyed. The furniture had to smell sour. How could she live with that? I had replaced most of Mrs. Jo’s furniture. It wasn’t like I had done it to get in Mrs. Jo’s pants, and I wasn’t replacing Brielle’s to get in her pants either. Jesus, Brielle was so damn obstinate.
The elevator opened, and I took several long strides until I was at Brielle’s door. With a sharp knock, I waited, trying to calm down. I was angry, and I wasn’t sure why. Shit like this normally didn’t bother me. I typically didn’t even get involved and let my handlers deal with it.
I wanted to buy her the damn furniture. It was that fucking simple. Why wouldn’t she let me? Why was she like this?
The door opened, and Brielle stood there, wearing a sleeveless pink knit dress that didn’t even make it to mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled up in another of those messy buns, and she appeared to be slightly sweaty. Her chest seemed damp, and her … fuck me, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Dean?” She said my name as if it were a question, and I reluctantly moved my gaze from her gorgeous tits to her face.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Why did I want to fuck her so bad? Why her? Why not Maegan? Or, hell … I dunno … someone a few years older than my son. Why this girl, who was too young and not at all what I needed?
“You didn’t pick out new furniture,” I said, stalking past her and into the apartment.
“I didn’t need it,” she said behind me.
I walked over to the sofa that had seen better days. It had to be as old as she was. In fact, I was willing to bet it was older than she was.
“Yeah, you do,” I snapped, looking back at her. “You need it fucking bad. You needed it before the water damage. Jesus, Brielle, this sofa is ancient.”
She stiffened then, and I saw her defensive mode take over. “My furniture is fine. It’s comfortable, and we like it.”
We? Who the fuck is we? Cam? The dude she cheated on? How did the date with the construction worker go? Did she enjoy being unfaithful?
“It’s shit,” I replied. “So is the damn coffee table and that chair. Get the new furniture. You need it.”
I didn’t saytheyneeded it because I refused to accept she let a man live here with her. That meant he fucked her and saw her naked. He got to bury his cock in those tits.
“I think you need to go,” she said angrily.
I stalked back toward the door, but I didn’t leave. I closed it. Then, I turned on her and kept on until her back was against the wall. She smelled like vanilla and lavender. I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. Inhaling deeply, I leaned my head down until my mouth touched her ear. I felt her tremble, and that one small move went straight to my damn cock.
“You’re right. I need to go. I need to fucking run out of here,” I said softly in her ear, then ran the tip of my nose along her shoulder. “Being here is a terrible idea. I just wanted you to get the furniture. That’s it. I came in here to make you see that,” I said, lifting my head and looking into her eyes. “But you opened the door, dressed like this. All sweaty and with no fucking bra.” I ran a finger along the neckline of her dress. “Now, all I can think about is ripping the clothes off your body and taking you hard up against this wall. Until you scream my name and shatter against me. And we both know that’s a bad idea.”
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, causing her heavy breasts to bounce slightly. I wanted my hands on them. Her fat nipple in my mouth. God, had I ever wanted to fuck a woman so bad in my life?
“Dean.” She whispered my name, and my cock throbbed in my jeans.
The breathy sound of her voice made me slightly crazy. I could picture it. Her naked and my cock buried inside her. I wanted it and—
Then, the sound of a ringing phone broke the silence. She tensed under me and then pushed me back, hurrying to the cell phone that was lying on the offensive chair I wanted gone.
“Cam,” she answered, sounding happy and nervous.
That was the bucket of cold water I needed. I didn’t listen to her say anything more. I walked to the door, opened it, walked out, and slammed it behind me. Kiro was right. She was a hot piece of ass and nothing more. I could replace her with any other hot piece of ass. I’d never let one mean anything to me before. Why start now? I was fifty-three and set in my ways.
When I walked back into my penthouse, Maegan stepped out of the kitchen, wearing an apron. I hadn’t known I even had a fucking apron.
“I made you lunch. In case you’re hungry,” she said.
“I need to fuck. I don’t want strings or drama. I just need to come,” I replied.