Page 49 of Under Her

She makes a cute growly sound under her breath. Then, do you know what she does? She fucking nips me. Hard. Right on that tender part of my arm, near my armpit.

I bark out a curse, and everyone in the room turns to look at me.

“Everything okay, Wilder?” my mom asks me, brows furrowed.

“Yep.” I clear my throat. “Everything’s fine. Carry on.”

My mom looks at me for a long moment. Then, she resumes talking, and all eyes focus back on her.

“That wasn’t very nice,” I whisper under my breath.

“You deserved it, asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Cross?”

I laugh softly. “Like you do with your vibrator? No, thanks.”

“I don’t even—” Her voice pitches, and she pauses, reining it back in when Bob from HR looks across the table at her.

“Go to hell,” she whispers to me when Bob looks away.

I chuckle quietly. “That’s rich, coming from the devil herself.”

I see her hands curl into fists on the table, making me laugh again. And I realize just how turned on I am right now.

I’m getting off on making her mad.

Jesus, I can’t win here. Will I ever stop lusting after her?

Yes. When I get her out of here.

As soon as this meeting’s done, I’m going to work out a plan of action—after I take down the Craigslist ad, that is.

“Okay. So, that’s it for today. Unless anyone has anything to add?” my mom says, finishing up the meeting. “No? Well, everyone have a good rest of the day.”

I pick my cell up from the table and put it in my pocket.

“Wilder, Morgan, have you got a minute?” my mom says from the front of the room.

I pause. So does Morgan.

Shit. Does my mom know about all the stupid shit Morgan and I have been pulling on each other?

“Sure,” I say at the same time Morgan says, “Of course.”

We wait for the room to clear, and then my mom closes the door.

“What’s up?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the table.

Morgan is standing at the opposite side of the table from me.

“Well, I was talking with your dad—Frank,” she adds, looking at Morgan, “last night about the Ananda deal, and even though everything seems to be running on schedule, we just want you to go out to the factory and check to make sure everything is running as they say it is.”

“You want me to go to Thailand to do a production check?” I ask.

I’ve never been to Thailand before. Could be fun.