brushed it away. “I haven’t heard from him since the morning I left his hotel room three months ago, after our regular midweek fling. He did an interview with his family for a magazine about a month back, a full two page spread. He played the misled and deceived husband to perfection; he claimed that I had relentlessly perused him. He went as far as to say I knew he was married and that I didn’t care, that nothing would have stopped me from having him. That’s the word according to Kasper.” My tears quickly dried, and in place was the anger that had been left burning inside me. “I’ve made it to the front cover of every cheesy magazine America has to offer. Kasper was made to look like a wronged hero, and I was made to look like a two-bit hooker. My parents haven’t spoken to me since it happened, I had to take a leave of absence from my job, and I had to leave my own damn country, all because Kasper Karish wanted a bit on the side.” I was standing now, my fists clenched in a fit of rage.
Bradley stood eerily still; he could have been misconstrued for calm, but the anger burning in his beautiful eyes gave his fury away.
“I have people who can fix this for you, Wiska. Just give me the word and I’ll make it go away.” Huh? “Just tell me you want it fixed, and I’ll make sure it’s done.”
“How?” I balked.
“I know people.”
I rolled my eyes. Vague much? “So Andi said, but that’s not good enough for me. What kind of people?”
“The dangerous kind.”
“What, are you some kind of undercover Navy SEAL or something?” That drew a smile from him.
“Not even close. The only person I’ve ever hit is Decker, and it hurt so I obviously did it wrong. I’m also not fond of swimming.”
I leaned against the bed behind me, my anger syphoning away as I wondered what kind of people Bradley knew. Who was this man who made me want to drop my panties like a shameless hussy?
“No, I need more than that. I hate Kasper, but I’m not about to have him offed or something. He has children!”
“Offed?” Bradley burst out laughing.
“Well, that’s what you’re insinuating, right?”
“Not exactly,” he said uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“What do you do?” I hated secrets, since Kasper even more so.
Bradley cast me a nervous glance. “It’s better if you don’t know.”
“How very mysterious, and totally hot.”
Bradley’s anxious frown turned into a smug smile, which had me clenching my thighs together like a horny woman ready to climb the nearest available man, or silicone vibrator. “You should probably go say hi to Casey and Lionel. Let them know I’m not screwing that spectacular little body of yours into my mattress.”
My mouth fell open, and I found all the sound that had been spilling from my lips moments ago simply gone.
“Wow, every girl has a limit, push her just right and her voice will disappear. Who would have thought your limit would be threatening you with sex.”
“It’s not exactly a threat,” I whispered, my breathy voice barely recognizable.
Holy hell, I wasn’t that girl, the girl who was forward when it came to men and sex, unless it was in front of a camera with a director to call action . . . AND MY VAGINA WAS ON SABBATICAL!
Bradley took the few steps between us until he was standing so close I could feel the heat from his body. “Dammit, pussycat, I can’t get you out of my head. I’m like a walking fucking hard-on,” he murmured. Oh, damn that was hot. Whisker biscuit, behave! “It would be so easy to turn you around, press you into this bed, and fuck you until my name is the only one you remember. Kasper would be nothing more than a speck of dust in the wind, and the only man you’d remember between these thighs would be me.” Hmmmm, maybe my vagina vacation could wait. “Are you wearing the black thong?”
I nodded and parted. There was no sign of intelligent life left in this vessel.
Bradley grinned and leaned
Bradley stood eerily still; he could have been misconstrued for calm, but the anger burning in his beautiful eyes gave his fury away.
“I have people who can fix this for you, Wiska. Just give me the word and I’ll make it go away.” Huh? “Just tell me you want it fixed, and I’ll make sure it’s done.”
“How?” I balked.
“I know people.”
I rolled my eyes. Vague much? “So Andi said, but that’s not good enough for me. What kind of people?”
“The dangerous kind.”
“What, are you some kind of undercover Navy SEAL or something?” That drew a smile from him.
“Not even close. The only person I’ve ever hit is Decker, and it hurt so I obviously did it wrong. I’m also not fond of swimming.”
I leaned against the bed behind me, my anger syphoning away as I wondered what kind of people Bradley knew. Who was this man who made me want to drop my panties like a shameless hussy?
“No, I need more than that. I hate Kasper, but I’m not about to have him offed or something. He has children!”
“Offed?” Bradley burst out laughing.
“Well, that’s what you’re insinuating, right?”
“Not exactly,” he said uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“What do you do?” I hated secrets, since Kasper even more so.
Bradley cast me a nervous glance. “It’s better if you don’t know.”
“How very mysterious, and totally hot.”
Bradley’s anxious frown turned into a smug smile, which had me clenching my thighs together like a horny woman ready to climb the nearest available man, or silicone vibrator. “You should probably go say hi to Casey and Lionel. Let them know I’m not screwing that spectacular little body of yours into my mattress.”
My mouth fell open, and I found all the sound that had been spilling from my lips moments ago simply gone.
“Wow, every girl has a limit, push her just right and her voice will disappear. Who would have thought your limit would be threatening you with sex.”
“It’s not exactly a threat,” I whispered, my breathy voice barely recognizable.
Holy hell, I wasn’t that girl, the girl who was forward when it came to men and sex, unless it was in front of a camera with a director to call action . . . AND MY VAGINA WAS ON SABBATICAL!
Bradley took the few steps between us until he was standing so close I could feel the heat from his body. “Dammit, pussycat, I can’t get you out of my head. I’m like a walking fucking hard-on,” he murmured. Oh, damn that was hot. Whisker biscuit, behave! “It would be so easy to turn you around, press you into this bed, and fuck you until my name is the only one you remember. Kasper would be nothing more than a speck of dust in the wind, and the only man you’d remember between these thighs would be me.” Hmmmm, maybe my vagina vacation could wait. “Are you wearing the black thong?”
I nodded and parted. There was no sign of intelligent life left in this vessel.
Bradley grinned and leaned
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