Page 22 of Red's Revenge

“Jeremiah Danders, CEO of Danders Construction. Ryan is a good friend from college. We were thrilled when he agreed to represent us.” Oh shit.

This is our client.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Danders. I’m afraid this meeting has been canceled. I’ll have Ryan forward all the necessary information once I return to the office. If you’ll both excuse me, I’m waiting on my cab.” I turn to find out how long it’ll be from the valet.

“Nonsense. Let me give you a ride to your hotel,” Red growls.

“NO.” I glance at him like he’s lost his fucking mind.

“Thank you. I would appreciate that. Good evening, Mr. Justice.” Jeremiah opened the passenger door to his car, and I carefully got inside.

“Better luck next time, Red. Don’t worry. I’ll take really good care of her.” I stare at Red while we pull away.

How did this get so outta hand?

“You look like you could use a drink. That man is infuriating.” I can’t help but laugh and nod.

“Yes, he is.”

Chapter Nine

RED

Isit on the corner of her bed and stare at the clock.

Why am I even here?

Ego, pride, and a sense of ownership I have no right feeling for this infuriating woman when she clearly wants nothing to do with me, but the feeling in my chest will not let me leave.

A crash in the hallway followed by a burst of loud laughter has me on my feet and flinging the door open to see what the fuck is causing the commotion at almost two in the morning.

My vision narrows at the hold Jeremiah Danders has on Camila.

He’s holding her up from behind, and his hands are firmly on her breasts. The action lifts her absurdly short dress, damn near exposing her to the world, and I have first-hand knowledge of what she doesn’t have on under it. My eyes dart to his, and the smirk on his face tells me he does, too.

NOPE!

I grab Jeremiah by the scruff of his neck and toss him into the wall. It causes him to drop Camila, who’s in a fit of gigglesand singing some song I don’t recognize, as I grab her around her middle to stop her from face-planting.

“You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'

And you keep losssssing…. when you oughta not bet

You keep ssssamin’…. when you oughta be a'changin'

Now what's right is right but you ain't been fucking right yet

These bootssss…are made for walkin’,” she hiccups as I adjust my hold on her, praying she isn’t going to puke on me.

“Darlin’, you ain’t wearing your boots. Hell, you ain’t even got shoes on.” I glare over at Jeremiah, who is trying to stand.

“Leave. Now.” He stumbles away as I lift Camila into my arms.

“So strong,” her small hands find their way into the open collar of my shirt, and I groan.

Now she wants to get handsy?

I carefully move us back to her room.

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