Deadly Temptations by Mina J. Moore Page B

linger when she was in the room.
    Denise crossed her
arms over her chest in an effort to mask the way her chest was pumping as if
she had just run a marathon. Wasn’t this grand?
    The door clicked open
and what do you know? In came sunshine with a bundle and a whole lot of hip
action. The come and get me walk she ha d going on came to a stop much
like the piercing sound when someone pulled the needle off a record back in the
day.
    Gina clutched the
letters to her exposed chest and glanced at Mader and Denise. Her eyes
sharpened and her usually smiling lips pressed together in an angry line.
    “Your mail, Troy.” She
walked over to his conference table and slapped it down. “Remember your meeting
later.” She said over her shoulder before closing the door.
    Denise stared after
her. Moving her gaze back to Mader, she watched as he took a seat, his
forefinger resting under his nose.
    “Troy? Really? I don’t
even call you by your first name. As a matter of fact, you would rip anyone who
dared a new asshole.”
    Mader moved forward
resting his elbows on the desk. He seemed very tired and not at all the
spitfire on the phone just moments ago.
    “What the hell is
happening and you better be straight with me,” she said. “I’m willing to forget
the incident with us. This Troy thing? Not so much.” It irked the hell out of
her that he might just be playing them both.
    Mader leaned back, his
body language a yo-yo of uncertainty.
    “I could really use a
fucking drink.”
    Denise glanced at her
watch. It was still early. They could probably get some breakfast instead.
“Let’s go. We shouldn’t discuss this here anyway. Grab your coat and I’ll meet
you in the parking lot in fifteen. I’ll drive.”

 
    MADER
watched her leave. He’d made a complete ass of himself. How much more
complicated could he make this? What the hell was he thinking? If this got back
to corpor ate he would be done. It wasn’t enough that bitch had him by
the balls. Now he had another issue. How to deal with his attraction toward
Denise without pissing the other one off?
    This was going to get
ugly. He wasn’t about to lose everything he’d worked so hard for over an
obsessed slut.
    Grabbing his briefcase
and coat, he walked out of the office. Gina’s voice stopped him. He hated the
power she wielded over him. Mader turned slowly and fixed her with an impatient
gaze.
    “What do I tell your
eleven o’ clock?” She actually had the nerve to smile.
    “Mr. Olsen wanted to
discuss minor details. Call and inform him there’s a pressing matter.
Reschedule for Friday.” Mader left without another word.

 
    GINA
twirled her hair to keep from smashing something. They thoug ht her
stupid because she was a blond sporting a healthy rack. A blind man would have
seen the sparks flying around between those two when she had walked in on them.
Bright red lipstick on Maders’ lips sealed the deal. Fuck them. The bitch would
get what was coming to her very soon.

 
    DENISE
walked through the parking garage and added a meeting to her iPhone calendar
that wasn’t really going to happen. She hated the lie but it was necessary.
They were dealing with a mental case and she wasn’t about to take a ny
chances. Gina was obviously hot for Mader and that spelled all kinds of trouble
for him.
    Footsteps echoed
behind her, she glanced back and hit the keyless entry. Mader stopped before
catching up to her, his eyes bulging out of his head. She gave him the what’s wrong gesture with her hand. He pointed at the tail-end of her vehicle.
    Someone had keyed the
shit out of it. The scratch wasn’t of the small variety either. The thing
started at the back light and went across the trunk, digging through the black
paint like a wound. Denise couldn’t believe her eyes as she stepped away from
her brand new Camero.
    “That little bitch,”
she murmured.
    Mader swore under his
breath. “This is getting out of control.”
    Denise turned to him.
“Ya think?”