Page 35 of Gluttony

Don’t trust it. He’s a slut. He’s skilled at making women think they’re the only one in the world.

A sickening, sour, bitter acid burned in her gut, making her swallow down the bile.

Confront him, let him give his explanation, then wipe him from your life like shit from your asshole.

Determination met desperation and grief, swirling in her chest. Yes, she needed to do this so she could heal, move on, forget him and the heartbreak.

“Redtube,” she blurted, her heart squeezing at what she needed to say next. “We need to talk.”Whoa, she was shocked as shit that her voice didn’t quaver, because her throat was thick with anxiety.

The man in front over her flinched at those four most dreaded words, but rather than tense up and become defensive, Val watched as understanding and hope filled his gray-hazelgaze. The man had been hoping to speak with her, and she’d walked right into his lair.

Biting her bottom lip, she waited for his response.

Red, his gaze dipping down to her mouth, his pupils dilating, didn’t say anything for long…aching…moments. Gasping at the intensity of the heat in those eyes, she watched as his gaze snapped back up to hers. A smirk curled his lips, making her heart trip. Still silent, he dipped his head and flung his thumb over his shoulder.

“My office is that way; we’ll talk there.” Lord, his voice was even sexier when it was directed at her without the benefit of sound filters and distance. She fought off the shudder his velvet sex voice caused, and offered him a chin dip in return.

God, this was going to be harder than she thought.

That’s what he said—shut the fuck up, slutty inner voice!Obviously, when faced with real life situations involving scarily intense, tattooed bikers, she turned into a thirteen-year-old boy.

She’d find heroutervoice in a minute, once she wasn’t gagging to throw herself at the wall of sex appeal standing before her, his eyes darkening, his massive body seeming to harden right before her eyes. Holy shit, he really was the walking, talking embodiment of carnal sin.

Val could swear there were other people in the room, staring at her, probably wondering who the chubby weirdo was, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away from Red as he seemed to peel his own gaze away from her so he could turn around and start walking.

It took serious strength to keep her eyes from dropping to his spectacular bubble butt as he led her from the larger room, down a short hallway, and through a doorway on the left. The second she stepped across the threshold, she was smacked in the face by the scent of him—goddamn, she could marinade herself in that scent. She’d call it “masterbasting.”

Her eyes snapped from where they were planted on Red’s ass—so she wasn’t as strong as she’d like to be, and who could blame her, the man’s ass was fucking bitable—to his workspace set up.

Stopped just inside the door, Red let her go ahead of him, and she didn’t hesitate. Val let out a low whistle, impressed by the number of screens, the wall mounts, the massive L-shaped desk, and the noticeable lack of visible wires. It was her wet dream of “white hat” set ups, though she knew Red’s “hat” was more gray than white. Unable to stop herself, she immediately stepped closer to the desk, her gaze lingering on the main monitor on the desk, then flicking to the four screens suspended above it in sort of cluster.

Immediately, she recognized that he was running AI facial recognition software, for what purpose, she had no idea—and now is not the time to wonder! It isn’t why you’re here, tech hussy!

Dragging her gaze from the monitors, the weight of Red’s gaze on her back finally registered. He was standing behind her, watching her, silent, waiting. He was probably shocked by the size of her ass, wondering how it fit in standard-sized office chairs.

Stop! When he looked at you….

Yeah, she wasn’t going to believe that.

She’d come to him…and it was time to pull up herbig girl pantiesand say what she came to say, do what she came to do.

Sucking in a deep breath, she released it slowly, and prayed for strength and a tongue that worked. Spinning on her heel, she crossed her arms over her chest, and finally looked at him.

Her breath left her lungs, her lady parts sang, and her warning bells started to clang.

He was standing, thick, muscular arms spread, hands pressing against the wall on each side of the doorway, hismassive frame barring any escape. His head was tipped forward, his dark hair falling over his forehead and directly in front of his left eye.Hoooly fuck.His gaze was pinned to her, intense, dark, accessing, like he was calculatinghernext move and plotting several steps ahead—chess without a chessboard, like a motherfucking master.

Lord, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

As if drawn from the darkest most wicked depths of hell, his deep, sinful voice vibrated the air. “So, what do you think? Does my Daisy approve?”

My Daisy….Her big girl panties were immediately drenched. Her brain, scrambled with a side of WTF, took a second to translate his words because the way he said her nickname like that did all sorts of unholy things to her body.

“Uh, what do I think?” she blubbered. He smirked, fully aware of what his presence was doing to her. The gorgeous, sexy asshole!

Way to go, there, sounding all smart and shit. Next you’re going to drop your pants and yell “pudding!”

Internally rolling her eyes, but appreciating theSupernaturalreference, she drew herself up, forced her thoughts into an organized queue, and responded.

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