Page 15 of Red's Revenge

“Don’t you want to clean up first?” I back away without shaking it and try not to turn my nose up at him, but I must fail cause he grunts and crosses his arms.

Fine by me. This version of him I know and can handle.

“No.” That’s it.

Just no? Like he wasn’t in the middle of trying to get himself off with a woman in here five minutes ago?

“I will not conduct business with you in these conditions.” This entire room probably needs to be sterilized.

“Good, don’t let the door hit you in the ass.” Wait, what?

No way in hell is this asshole going to dismiss me like he did that poor woman moments ago.

“Fuck you,” I hiss at him.

“Not for all the Chanel Nº5 in New York City, lady. Bye now.” He takes his seat and starts doing something on his computer like the whole conversation we just had didn’t happen or even matter.

“Mr. Justice, you cannot will this business venture away. It’s in your best interest to hear what I have to say before it goes in front of a judge. You’d be a fool not to have this meeting.” I take the check with the amount I was authorized to offer him for hisproperty and place it on his desk, careful not to make contact with it.

I tap it once and pull my hand back.

“That amount will be cut in half, plus you’ll incur all the attorney fees if we go to court. You have a great day.” I turn to exit his office when his voice stops me.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” I turn with an arched eyebrow.

“Why would I do that?” He picks up the check and, without even glancing at the number, places it in the shedder.

We both watch as the sound of the paper worth a couple of million gets destroyed.

“We have unfinished business, and I think we both can admit that we need to deal with whatever the fuck this is between us.” I turn to face him fully.

“There’s nothing between us.” He snorts and stands.

I watch in both fascination and horror as he stops with less than two inches of space between us.

I know he wants me to back up so he can trap me against the door, but I refuse to take his bait. So I stand my ground, and in my heels, I can meet him eye to eye. I narrow mine at the look I see in his. That confident, lustful look that he wore when we met is back, and my heart flips.

Nope, not going there. We have a boyfriend at home.

“Mr. Justice -” He lets out a sound that can only be described as a growl.

“Call me Red.” I shake my head.

“I will not.” His hand touches my hair and twirls it around his fingers.

“This is inappropriate. I’m dating someone.” My voice doesn’t come out as firm as I intended.

“I date all the time.” I roll my eyes.

“You fuck, that’s not dating.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I regret them.

His head lifts to look into my eyes, searching for God knows what, but if the grin on his face is any indication, he fucking found it.

Shit.

“I’m surprised a woman like you even knows what fucking is. You look and act like a pillow princess.” This son of a bitch knows nothing about me.

I shove him away, and he stumbles, catching himself before he lands on his ass.

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