Page 21 of Tactically Acquired

“Maybe to you.”

He shoved his chair back and stalked toward me. “You’re saying you wouldn’t fuck Jane?”

“I’m sorry, did you want me to say yes?”

“My wife is fucking beautiful!”

I widened my eyes in surprise at how defensive he was getting. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you think she’s a fucking knockout. Because she is. She’s fucking tempting as hell!”

I remembered when we first met her and snorted. “Yeah, that first time we met her was?—”

He grabbed me by the shirt and tossed me across the room like I weighed nothing at all. My back cracked against the wall before I crumpled to the floor. I winced and shoved to my feet, rubbing the back of my head.

“What the fuck was that?”

“That was for whatever the fuck you were about to say.”

“You know, if I had said I would nail her, you would have been fucking pissed.”

“That’s beside the point!”

“Not really,” I snapped. “You can’t have it both ways. You can’t want me to say she’s beautiful and also not want me to fuck her.”

“There’s a line in the sand, asshole,” he snapped.

“I don’t look at her like that,” I retorted. “Yes, she’s beautiful, but I don’t think she’s gorgeous enough to make me get my dick chopped off over.”

“That’s because you have no fucking taste,” he argued.

“Holy shit!” Kavanaugh choked out. “Man, you have to see this.”

I glared at IRIS before striding across the room to where he sat. I shoved my way between everyone else to get a glimpse of what he was looking at. Hell, that was the woman Max was talking about?

“She’s alright.”

“Alright?” Kavanaugh laughed. “You need your eyes checked.”

“Well, if I wasn’t looking at her on a fucking four-inch screen,” I muttered.

He swiped up and tapped the controls, then she was on the big screen on the wall in all her fucking leather glory. I swallowed hard as I took in her curves and the way the black leather cut in a sharp v down between her breasts, giving me a glimpse of cleavage. And those hips…damn, that woman had curves for days. Long brunette hair tumbled over her shoulders and those eyes. Fuck, they stood out so brightly, even in the picture. Fucking bright blue. Tempting blue. Erotic blue. Not that I was looking. Or that it mattered. She was just another movie star.

Thumper chuckled behind me, clapping me on the shoulder. “Don’t swallow your tongue, man.”

I cleared my throat, shaking my head. “I’m not. She’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what your face just said.”

I glared at him, tearing my eyes away from the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful—just like every other shallow actress out there.”

“Watch it,” Fox snapped.

“Christ, I just meant?—”

“We all know what you meant,” Lock grinned. “I guess we all know who’s on close protection for Audrey.”

“Who’s Audrey?” I asked with a frown.

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