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Toy? Fuck, no.
My woman. That was settled. I decided right then and there that she’d be mine.
At that point—after three long years of wanting a man I couldn’t have—I gave up on Killian and me ever happening. I had to move on.
This girl was…she was something.
She was mine.
And not in the fuck-her-and-leave-her way.
I wanted to peel her skin with my pocket knife. Reveal layer after layer of her all by myself. To close my fingers around her beating heart to make her understand it belonged to me.
“Are lilies supposed to be this goddamn heavy?” I frowned at the tone of my voice. Why was I being an asshole? I wasn’t mad at her.
It was the others that pissed me off.
She was half my size. Someone should’ve been there. Helping her. Shit, I hadn’t known this woman for the whole of three seconds and she had me by the balls. Squeezing hard. Owning me.
“You’re funny.” She grinned, forcing me to blink. Such a huge smile, like the moon was shining directly in my eyes. “The lilies aren’t heavy. That’s the small rocks you asked me to add to the bottom of the vases.”
“Rocks? Why would anyone need—” I stopped myself when it came back to me.
Brenn, one of our bigger members, had launched himself across the conference table last week. The dumbass knocked off the vase, and the porcelain vase hit Johanna, his goddamn sister. Nearly made her bleed out.
“Gotcha, pet.” I winked at her and went in for one final test to see if my instincts were right about this one.
I flashed her my psycho smile.
She blushed. Fucking blushed.
Mine.
“Follow me.” Satisfied, I whipped around and marched toward conference room three.
“Wait, I have more in my truck,” the girl called behind me. “Are you going to call someone to help?”
The girl.
I tasted it on my lips again and it sounded all wrong. Pet was okay, but something was missing.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
For the first time, her eyes raked across my body. She moved to the side to watch me behind the vases. Took in my black suit.
Her eyebrows pinched. Her red lips rounded in the hottest O shape. Her cheeks, on the other hand, lost their color.
Something upset her. I didn’t like that. So, I frowned.
Not my brightest move.
“Oh, no. Oh, shit.” She clasped her fingers around the vases, trying to pull them from me. Like that would fucking happen. “You don’t work here. You’re a guest. Don’t tell me I harassed a guest. Give them back, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“I’m not—”
“Shit, shit, shit.” Through a tirade of more shits, she flung her arms around the vases, tugging on them harder. “Give them back, please. I apologize. So fucking sorry.”
This tiny yet aggressive girl hugged the ceramic vases. Inadvertently, she stroked my suit jacket with her fingertips. Set fire to my arms.
