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“Monsters?” She asked with her brows drawn together and Reid finally smirked at her with a one-sided dimple showing under his five o-clock shadow.
“Yeah, darling.” He held his hands up to me and Dexter, “We’re your monsters now. Hope you’re not afraid of the dark because we’re the biggest and baddest out there.” He said and winked.
And I knew he was right. My two best friends had proven themselves today to not only me, but Cora too. They would stop at nothing for her, just like they would for me. Just like I would in return for them.
“Then I guess it’s time to tell the world.” She said, with a slight shudder in her spine. I kissed her temple and smiled into her hair.
“I hope you’re ready, future Mrs. Jones.”
I stood at the hotel bar in Atlanta, nursing a top shelf bourbon and a sour attitude as I kicked myself for leaving Cora this afternoon. I’d been ready to call off the whole trip after Cora’s experience with Angela Valentine, but she had refused to let me stay home. She had contended that me staying home to stare at her was going to do nothing productive and that I needed to stick to my schedule. She hadn’t gone back to work after leaving my office at least, instead Franklin took her back to my penthouse and I’d called down to Jason Vogt, the CEO of Halo and laid some boundaries down for Cora’s employment with them. I owned the majority of the company, and should I get the inkling, I could dismember it from the inside out, so Vogt and Peterson, her direct boss, were going to have to deal with her having flexibility with her schedule until I could convince her to come work up at Jones with me.
But now, countless meetings down and thousands of miles apart from her, I was still barely containing my outrage and unbridled need to go home to her. I was supposed to be leaving for dinner in a few minutes, but my stomach rolled just thinking of eating right now.
God, I was a fucking mess.
“There you are.” A seductive voice purred from behind me as a hand slid up my shoulder and I inwardly groaned, knowing this evening was not going to end well. I raised an eyebrow as Veronica slid up next to me at the bar, smiling a come-hither smile at me as the bartender stopped to get her order.
I slammed the rest of my bourbon and signaled for another before he walked away as I took my phone out of my pocket. “Veronica.” I greeted her but tried to pay her no more attention than that.
Because she was crossing a dangerous fucking line dressed the way she was. Her red hair was pulled up in a sleek up do and her makeup was on dark and sultry to match the red satin dress she was wearing.
Well, dress was a stretch to be honest.
It was a fucking piece of lingerie and acid burned the back of my throat again for the millionth time lately because I knew exactly what her intent was.
And I knew what the outcome was going to be.
And I was going to pay fucking dearly for it.
“Are you ready to go to dinner? My mouth is positively salivating thinking about their Chesapeake Bay Chicken and that cranberry martini you turned me onto the last time we were here.” Her voice was pure velvet and I tried but failed to suppress the urge to bare my teeth at her disgustingly.
Luckily she was turned towards the bar getting her drink that the bartender just delivered and missed my glare aimed her way. I took my new drink and poured it back and then pulled cash from my money clip and laid it on the bar.
“For mine and hers.” I said to the bartender as he turned to cash me out.
“Ooh, eager to get going are we?” She chuckled and took a sip of her drink before setting it down and turning towards me and tilted her head up to look at me fully. “I’m so glad we were able to make time to unwind on this trip, the last one was so hectic I needed a deep tissue massage when we got home just to relax. I like getting the relaxed Maverick Jones all to myself.”
“Veronica.” I said with a dark warning tone to my voice, but she purposely brushed me off.
She slid closer to me until her breasts pressed flat against my chest and her hips brushed my groin. “Maverick, don’t ruin it.” She sighed and laid her hand flat on my chest before shimmying her hips against me. “Just for one night, don’t try to hide behind that facade you use with everyone else. I know you better than that.”
“You don’t know me at all.” I bit out and stepped back but she was anticipating that and she stepped forward at the same time, pushing me back into the wing back barstool behind me before stepping between my legs and leaning in.
“Rumor has it you like to fuck hard Maverick. That you are an absolute beast when you’re buried deep in a woman’s pussy. I know I can e exactly what you need to let some steam off baby. Why don’t we go up to your suite and I can take care of you like I know you desperately want me to?” She moved fast and closed the distance between us, sealing her bright red lips over mine and the acid in my throat burned full force. I pushed her backwards so fast that she stumbled and landed on her ass between a few other patrons feet and sputtered in shock.
“If the roles were reversed and you pulled that shit as a man to a woman, you’d be facing a lawsuit and a sexual assault charge!” I bit out, wiping her taste off my mouth with the back of my hand and spit onto the floor in disgust. “You’re fucking fired Veronica. And you’ll be hearing from Dexter too.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She gasped, as everyone in the crowded bar looked on. “For her? You’re turning me down for that mousey little bitch?”
“Fuck off Red.” I swore, straightening my suit and walking off the raging anger building inside of me, leaving her sprawled out on the floor. I got to the elevators and stabbed the button to go up to my suite and dialed one of my best friends, not even caring to look at the time of day, because I knew he’d answer.
“Mav.” Dexter said. “This can’t be good.”
“I just fired Red.”
“Shit.” He cursed and I heard him moving around his house. “What’d she do?” He asked as I rode the elevator up to the executive suite I was in.
“Kissed me, and then talked shit about Cora.” I mashed my teeth together at the unpleasant memory of her touching me. “She needs a coach plane ticket back to New York and I need a new assistant by Wednesday. A male.”
