was in
no mood for games.
“There’s no riddle to me, McKay.”
“I beg to differ.” His lips tilted into a
brief small smile.
I pasted a smile on my face and delivered my
next line in a saccharine tone. “So are you going to continue to
eye-fuck me?”
“Maybe.”
He smirked, and my heart skipped a beat.
I started to fidget, and then I forced
myself to stand still. This man was fucking unnerving.
McKay reached up to run his fingers over my
hair.
My jaw dropped. “McKay.”
Ignoring me, he expertly pulled my hair from
the updo, sending it cascading around my shoulders. “You should
always wear your hair down,” he said simply.
In seconds, I’d gone from wanting to claw
his eyes out to full-blown lust. Damn. I wanted to let him
touch and screw me in ways I’d let no other man before.
He reached out, grazing the side of my cheek
with the back of his hand. “It makes you look… sinful.”
My clit pulsed and my knees nearly buckled
from the sultriness of his voice.
I cleared my throat. “Well, this has been…
interesting.” And fucking scary. “Nice seeing you, McKay,” I
mumbled, stepping forward to make a hasty exit.
McKay placed a possessive hand on my hip,
and my body froze.
“I didn’t dismiss you,” he said with a hard
voice.
My lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t
need permission, McKay.” I pointedly looked down at his hand. “You
want that?”
He spread his fingers across my hip, firmly
guiding me to him. His eyes lingered on my lips. “Yes. More than I
should.”
I swallowed hard. Everything that had come
out of his mouth was a hot side of dirty sex.
“I’m still not interested.”
He bent down close. “Liar,” he breathed
huskily in my ear, his mouth skirting around the lobe.
“I don’t mix sex and business.” I pursed my
lips. “And more importantly, I don’t like you.”
He slightly edged forward, squeezing my hip.
“Another lie.” He pulled away from my ear and winked at me.
“Besides, what does liking me have to do with us fucking?” He
actually smirked as if he found me mildly amusing. “Angry sex is
the best type of fucking, sweetness.”
I swatted his hand. “Behave, McKay.”
His muscular arm encircled my waist,
bringing our upper bodies together. His hand threaded through my
long hair. “I don’t know shit about behaving.”
I struggled to break his embrace. “Don’t,” I
said shakily.
He held my face while intently staring at
me. “Why are you afraid of me?”
“Let go of me,” I snapped.
He released his hold—not because I’d asked
him to, but because he wanted to. Gathering my composure, I walked
away, and then I stopped, turning to stare at him. I knew I should
have kept going, but it wasn’t in my nature to tuck my tail and
run, even when it was in my best interest.
“Just for the record, I’m not afraid of you,
McKay.”
His confident smile called me a liar.
I was done with the cloak-and-dagger routine
and decided to lay my cards on the table. “I’m cautious about your
motivation. Nothing about you is straightforward. Everything is
smoke and mirrors.” With my heart pumping, I was raring for a
fight. “Yes, I’m attracted to you, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to
rip off my panties and yell, ‘Come and get it.’ You’re going to
have to work fucking hard for that shit to happen.”
McKay leveled his gaze on me.
I resumed. “You’re an arrogant prick. I get
it. You’re a sexier-than-thou chick magnet, but it doesn’t mean you
have to be so cold about our business quagmire either.”
He arched a brow. “Meaning?”
“One, you hung up on me yesterday, all
rude-like. Two, you keep flexing your muscles as though I’m your
prison yard bitch.”
The vein along his jaw pulsed. “Exactly what
do you want from me, Sinthia?”
My fists tightened. “I want out of our
contract.”
His eyes were blazing and his lips pressed
into a thin line. It was a look of fury I’d never seen on his
no mood for games.
“There’s no riddle to me, McKay.”
“I beg to differ.” His lips tilted into a
brief small smile.
I pasted a smile on my face and delivered my
next line in a saccharine tone. “So are you going to continue to
eye-fuck me?”
“Maybe.”
He smirked, and my heart skipped a beat.
I started to fidget, and then I forced
myself to stand still. This man was fucking unnerving.
McKay reached up to run his fingers over my
hair.
My jaw dropped. “McKay.”
Ignoring me, he expertly pulled my hair from
the updo, sending it cascading around my shoulders. “You should
always wear your hair down,” he said simply.
In seconds, I’d gone from wanting to claw
his eyes out to full-blown lust. Damn. I wanted to let him
touch and screw me in ways I’d let no other man before.
He reached out, grazing the side of my cheek
with the back of his hand. “It makes you look… sinful.”
My clit pulsed and my knees nearly buckled
from the sultriness of his voice.
I cleared my throat. “Well, this has been…
interesting.” And fucking scary. “Nice seeing you, McKay,” I
mumbled, stepping forward to make a hasty exit.
McKay placed a possessive hand on my hip,
and my body froze.
“I didn’t dismiss you,” he said with a hard
voice.
My lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t
need permission, McKay.” I pointedly looked down at his hand. “You
want that?”
He spread his fingers across my hip, firmly
guiding me to him. His eyes lingered on my lips. “Yes. More than I
should.”
I swallowed hard. Everything that had come
out of his mouth was a hot side of dirty sex.
“I’m still not interested.”
He bent down close. “Liar,” he breathed
huskily in my ear, his mouth skirting around the lobe.
“I don’t mix sex and business.” I pursed my
lips. “And more importantly, I don’t like you.”
He slightly edged forward, squeezing my hip.
“Another lie.” He pulled away from my ear and winked at me.
“Besides, what does liking me have to do with us fucking?” He
actually smirked as if he found me mildly amusing. “Angry sex is
the best type of fucking, sweetness.”
I swatted his hand. “Behave, McKay.”
His muscular arm encircled my waist,
bringing our upper bodies together. His hand threaded through my
long hair. “I don’t know shit about behaving.”
I struggled to break his embrace. “Don’t,” I
said shakily.
He held my face while intently staring at
me. “Why are you afraid of me?”
“Let go of me,” I snapped.
He released his hold—not because I’d asked
him to, but because he wanted to. Gathering my composure, I walked
away, and then I stopped, turning to stare at him. I knew I should
have kept going, but it wasn’t in my nature to tuck my tail and
run, even when it was in my best interest.
“Just for the record, I’m not afraid of you,
McKay.”
His confident smile called me a liar.
I was done with the cloak-and-dagger routine
and decided to lay my cards on the table. “I’m cautious about your
motivation. Nothing about you is straightforward. Everything is
smoke and mirrors.” With my heart pumping, I was raring for a
fight. “Yes, I’m attracted to you, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to
rip off my panties and yell, ‘Come and get it.’ You’re going to
have to work fucking hard for that shit to happen.”
McKay leveled his gaze on me.
I resumed. “You’re an arrogant prick. I get
it. You’re a sexier-than-thou chick magnet, but it doesn’t mean you
have to be so cold about our business quagmire either.”
He arched a brow. “Meaning?”
“One, you hung up on me yesterday, all
rude-like. Two, you keep flexing your muscles as though I’m your
prison yard bitch.”
The vein along his jaw pulsed. “Exactly what
do you want from me, Sinthia?”
My fists tightened. “I want out of our
contract.”
His eyes were blazing and his lips pressed
into a thin line. It was a look of fury I’d never seen on his
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