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“He’s busy,” Dawn informed her as Seth parted his lips to speak. “Or hadn’t you noticed?”
An unattractive splotchy red filled the other woman’s face as her eyes bugged out at Dawn.
“That thing.” She pointed a shaky finger back at Dawn. “Get rid of her now.”
“She’s so melodramatic, Seth,” Dawn drawled despite the gut-wrenching agony ripping through her body. Seth stood between them, staring at Dawn as though he had never seen her before. “How do you stand it? I’d have pitched her off a cliff by now.”
“Seth.” Bloodred nails uncurled and latched onto Seth’s arm.
Dawn’s eyes jerked to the contact and she saw red. She saw blood rushing across her gaze as a haze of pure fury began to flow over her senses.
“Dawn!” Seth’s voice, commanding, sharp, jerked her gaze back to him. “We’ll talk later.”
She scowled back at him as she straightened against the desk.
“Excuse me?” She could barely force the words past her lips.
“I said, we will talk later,” he snapped. “Much later.”
He turned, grabbed Caroline’s wrist and pulled her from the doorway as Dawn watched in shock and betrayal.
They would talk later?
She moved to the door, hearing Caroline’s fishwife voice screeching at Seth as he pulled her up the back stairs. Dawn followed slowly, stalking, moving with catlike stealth as she followed them.
Instinct, honed and sharpened over the years, guided her. The mating heat was blazing inside her, the animal so close to the surface she could taste the wildness in her mouth. And that animal was enraged, furious that her mate was moving away from her in another woman’s presence.
God help her if he took her to his room. If he closed that door to his personal space and took that woman with him. She wouldn’t be able to control the pain or the rage. Even now it was tearing through her with the same gut-wrenching intensity that the arousal had torn through her moments before.
She was still wet for him. Her flesh was still screaming in need for his touch and he was opening a door to another room and pushing Caroline into it.
She paused, eyes narrowed as he turned back and saw her. He paused in the doorway, his expression inscrutable, his eyes almost black with hunger.
She could smell his arousal even from the distance that separated them. She could smell it, she could almost taste it, and it was hers. He was hers.
Then he stepped into the room and slammed the door closed behind him as Caroline let out an enraged string of curses.
Dawn walked along the hall, unaware of the predatory movements in her body, the violence that almost shimmered on the air around her.
“Caroline is a bitch, isn’t she?” a male voice responded with amused drollery from a doorway just ahead of her.
Dawn paused as the male stepped out, and barely held back the snarl that pulled at her lips.
He smiled, the curve arrogantly placating, holding his hands up as his eyes roved over her with a bit more familiarity than she liked. As though he had the right. He had no right.
Dark blond hair was cut close to the scalp, almost hiding the fact that it had begun to gray. Brown eyes, bloodshot and showing the influence of liquor, encouraged amusement, she guessed, in some people.
She stood carefully and watched him, like a snake, a rattler poised to strike. Her hand lingered on the butt of her weapon and she growled warningly.
“Yeah, Caroline pisses us all off like that.” He smiled as he leaned a bare shoulder against the wall. He was dressed in slacks and nothing more, his tanned chest and abs flabby and unattractive. “I was getting ready to turn in when I heard her cursing Seth.” He raked his eyes over her again. “She has a reason to be pissed.”
He was flirting. She didn’t belong to him, she belonged to the man who was currently in another woman’s bedroom.
“Would you like a drink?” He indicated his room with a jerk of his head. “My names Jason, Jason Phelps. My old man was a friend of Seth’s father’s. I’m harmless, I promise.”
“And I’m taken,” she told him dangerously, moving slowly to pass him.
“Might want to remind Seth of that pretty soon.” He grinned as though he hadn’t taken offense. “Caroline can be persuasive.”
