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And you don’t want to sell it because then you’ll have no reason to tease and play with the kitten.
For fuck’s sake. I’m demented.
When I was in high school, my father laid out my future. And it wasn’t one that involved taking over his whiskey business.
No, the future he created for me revolved around stripping everything that mattered from those who had taken everything away from us. I’ve focused on nothing but that for the last seven years, and I’m finally close to reaching my goal. Close to making them pay. So I can’t be distracted by a fucking pussy. No matter how beautiful she may be.
“I need you to grow up,” I say, not bothering to pull my attention away from the city.
There’s a rustling of fabric behind me, and I sense her proximity only a second before her hands hit my thighs and she pulls my legs apart.
“Why are you so stressed?” she says in that saccharine voice that scratches at my brain like nails on a chalkboard.
“Don’t,” I deadpan, not giving her an inch and still not fucking looking at her.
“Don’t what?” she asks with feigned, annoying innocence.
“Mia,” I finally turn to her. “I swear to fuck, just don’t.”
She grips the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head, exposing her braless, perky tits. Tits that are just begging to be touched.
I give an exaggerated huff and look out the window again. “Put your fucking dress back on.”
She doesn’t. Instead, she drops to her knees and reaches for my waistband. “Come on, I’ll make it up to you.”
“Mia,” I growl. “Get the fuck off your knees.”
She doesn’t listen. In fact, she does the opposite, working to undo the button of my pants. I’m afraid to actually touch her. If I do, I’ll probably throw her across the room. So I watch her where she’s perched between my thighs and scowl so she knows how fucking pissed I am.
She squeezes my cock—which is, of course, fucking hard—through the fabric of my pants. A naked woman has her hands on me, and she’s trying to suck me off. I’d have to be dead in order to not react. Even if I’m uninterested in this particular woman.
“I saw how you looked at her,” she murmurs as she slides down my zipper, her eyes burning with defiance. “You want to pretend it’s her lips on your cock,” she shrugs. “I don’t mind.”
Just the thought of Cat’s mouth full of my cock has me swelling. I groan and squeeze the arms on my chair so I don’t strangle this woman. “Mia,” I grit, “will you please fucking stop?”
She slides her fingers into the slit of my boxers and pulls out my cock, her eyes going wide in excitement. She’s never seen it, and she certainly hasn’t fucked it. Her tongue darts out, she licks her lips, then licks her way right up my shaft.
“Fuuuck,” I curse as I grab the back of her head and push her down so far that she’s choking on it. I wait until she gags, and then I pull her hair and slide back in my chair.
With her blond hair in my fist, she’s trapped. Her green eyes water, and she smiles a devious smile. “I can make you come just as hard as I make her come,” she says. “I can tell you all about how she tastes.”
I clench my jaw, but I don’t reply.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had,” she says with a smirk and licks her pouty lips. “I know you want some, but she doesn’t swing your way.”
Without responding, I let go of her hair, stand up, and fix my pants.
“The only reason I haven’t fired you is because you’re my best friend. Now fucking get off your knees, put your clothes back on, and act like it.”
She sighs as she picks her dress up off the floor and spins in my direction. She watches me for a long moment, forcing me to look at her before she’s fully clothed. “I’m your only fucking friend, you ass,” she retorts before slipping her dress over her head. “If you didn’t call me here to fuck me, then what do you want?”
Mia settles herself against the headboard like nothing happened. We’ve been friends for two years, and she’s never pulled that shit. I can’t help but think her friend Cat has something to do with it. Was she jealous because of the way I looked at Cat, or because of the way her friend looked at me?
And does it matter?
“I don’t have time to monitor the coffee shop anymore. You need to grow up so I can trust you with it.”
Mia smiles as she crosses one leg over the other. “Why didn’t you just say that? Duh, that’s why I asked Cat to come in for an interview. We need the help.”
