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Chapter Nine
Dani
“Hi.” I greet the friendly looking lady at the front desk of Hunter’s agency. “I’m here to see Hunter Kiss.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Um…” I glance at the nameplate on her desk. “Trisha, right? I'm Dani Cross, Chad's sister.”
“Ah. Nice to meet you, Ms. Cross. Hunter is in a meeting now, but why don’t I pop in and—”
Something in Trisha’s expression, something both curious and excited, spooks me.
“You know what? That’s okay? No need to bother him. I’ll make an appointment and come back another time.” What am I doing? I’ve lost my damn mind. I start backing out, trying not to show my sudden panic. I didn’t need to see Hunter. Didn’t need to tell him I’d given Chad my blessing to talk with him.
But I’d wanted to see him. And how pathetic is that?
I almost make it to the door when I hear a familiar voice.
“Hey Trisha…” Hunter calls as he makes his way into the room. Shit. I move faster.
“Dani?”
Crap. Too late.
“Oh, uh, Hunter...hi. I was just in the, uh, neighborhood and…” I stop talking. In the neighborhood?
His devilish smile confirms my worst fear. He knows I’m full of bullshit. He knows I'm here to see him. He knows I want more of him.
“I’m sorry, Hunter, I need to get going, but I'll call you soon, okay?”
But Hunter is having none of that. With a smirk on his handsome face, he strides up to me, grabs my arm and pulls me into a nearby office, which I assume is his.
“So, what really brings you by?”
I take a deep breath. “Um, Chad, of course. I’ve decided that I’m going to step aside and let him meet with you one-on-one without my interference.”
Surprise flickers across his face before he grins. “That was going to happen anyway, but I’m glad you’ve come around.” He’s so damn cocky, so damn sure of himself. I want to strip him of his ego, and his clothes…
I pace toward him, slowly and deliberately like I’m closing in on my prey. “I’m still going to make sure you do right by my brother.”
“You’re so damn sexy when you’re playing the tough girl.”
“You have no instinct for survival, do you?”
He shrugs. “It’s a good thing, with you around, that I like a little pain with my pleasure. Don’t you?”
My eyes widen as I suddenly imagine him with his own personal toy chest: handcuffs, whips, floggers…
He shakes his head as if he knows where my mind has gone. “We’ll have to revisit that conversation another time. Speaking of pain though, I almost ripped this damn piercing out of my nipple this morning in the shower.”
I frowned. “You need to be more careful about that.”
“I hate being careful.” He finally reaches for me, his breath hot against my neck as he backs me up against the wall. “You should know that more than anyone.” He reaches down, palms my hips, and spins us around until my back is pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“What are you doing?” I ask, breathy and needy as his hungry eyes stare into mine. “We can’t.”
“This is my office, and we can do whatever the hell we want.”
