Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale by Dawn Robertson, Jo-Anna Walker Page B

goodbye to Nora. Nora waved in my direction and I smiled as Jennifer came up to me.
    She wrapped her arms around my middle and sighed. “All done.”
    I kissed her head. “All interviewed?”
    She nodded and pulled away, stifling a yawn. “Yes. Finally. I never realized how much work it was.”
    “I’m glad Nora was here to help you.”
    Jennifer smiled and took my hand, bringing me to the couch with her. “Did Dean get the security in order?”
    “Yes, he’s working on it.”
    “Good.” She yawned again.
    I chuckled and moved to kiss her when my business line rang.
    She sighed and got off my lap. Whoever it was, it better be damn important.
    Heading into my office, I grabbed the phone before my answering machine could pick it up. “Verlinden.”
    “Well well well. I’m actually surprised I was able to reach you.”
    My stomach sunk. “What the hell do you want, Jude?”
    “I have a proposition for you.”
    “I can already tell you that the answer is going to be no,” I ground out.
    He chuckled. “You haven’t heard what I want yet.”
    “Don’t need to. Listen, if you—”
    “No. You fucking listen to me,” he snarled. “How would you like it if I told your business associate about your wife, and her exploits?”
    “Go ahead. I don’t fucking care what anyone thinks,” I growled.
    Jude laughed. “You’re such a fucking liar. Give me one night with Jenny, and my lips are sealed.”
    My eyes widened. “Excuse me?” I was going to kill this mother fucker. Gut him like a fish, and then mount him on my damn wall.
    “I want one night, and then I go away.”
    “I don’t fucking think so.” Who the hell did this guy think he was?
    “Are you sure? Because what kind of man would want to build a business, or a hotel in your case, with someone who has a whore of a wife?”
    My grip on the phone tightened. “Do it. I can find someone else to work with if he has his head so far up his own ass that he can’t see past that shit.”
    “Please. You’re fucking bluffing. It pisses you off that I have this power, this control.”
    “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm when really, my insides were raging with fury.
    “Does it bother you knowing that I’ve seen her naked? I’ve touched every inch of her? Been inside her over and over again.”
    “Fuck. You.” He was getting to me. Bad.
    “I bet it just eats at you, knowing how many men she’s been with. Oh wait, you don’t know how many, do you?”
    I shook my head, swallowing hard. “I don’t—”
    “Did she tell you how hard she came the last time I fucked her as she ate my girlfriend’s pussy?”
    That was it. I was seeing red. “You—”
    “I was her favorite client. She always came back for more. I can still feel her tight cunt wrapped around my dick as I fucked her hard. And Mathis?”
    My breathing picked up at the words I was hearing. I knew he was a client, I knew they had history but the way he was talking, made it sound like it was more.
    “She’s mine.”
    I growled. “No she’s fucking not. She’s mine, asshole. Mine. I own her.”
    Jude chuckled. “We’ll see about that.” And with that he hung up.
    I slammed the receiver down and huffed, scrubbing my hands down my face. My body vibrated. Adrenaline pumped through me like a hurricane. “ Fuck .” I landed my fist hard on the desk, the cup of pens shaking under my wrath, before spilling onto the floor.
    “Mathis?” A light knock sounded on the door before Jennifer peeked her head into my office. “Everything alright?”
    My cock got hard just seeing her. Mine .
    I rose to my feet and stalked towards her, never needing to be insider her so badly.
    Her eyes widened and she took a step back, heading in the direction of the living room.
    Run, that’s fine but I will catch you. This sense of possession came over me, took over my soul as I closed the distance between us. I was officially becoming a fucking caveman.
    “What’s