Page 34 of Hostile Cravings
“Your son hit on my wife, then challenged me. Not the smartest kid.”
The perspiration glimmered on his forehead. “Your wife? I hadn’t heard?—”
“I don’t make my personal business anyone else’s, Chuck.” I made a point to lift my shirt to wipe my face, noting the widening of his eyes. He wasn’t a small man and for a man in his fifties, he looked good and fit, but he wasn’t me. “It was a quick marriage, small ceremony.”
“Oh, congratulations?” I hardened my gaze at him, not liking the implication with the inflection of the word as if I’d knocked Angie up.
“Are you implying that my wife had to force my hand, Chuck?” I said, moving closer to him.
“No, of course not,” he said hastily.
“Good, because no one forces my hand, and it would insult my wife to hear that’s what you assumed.” And damn would it. I could hear her now, going off on him with those dirty words and untethered remarks. She was a spitfire, and I had to clear the thought from my head before my sweats tented.
“Make sure your son keeps his mouth shut and respects the women in this resort. He may think he’s the shit, but I can guarantee there are plenty of people here who are worth more and who hold more power than you.” I pulled the collar of his shirt, giving it a good tug as I straightened it.
“Certainly, Tyson. I apologize for anything he did and take full responsibility for it.”
“Good. Remember Chuck, Mason and I put you in that office by making your opponent disappear. We can remove you from it just as easily.”
His eyes darted nervously, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips in reaction. “Understood.”
“Go spoil your wife like you do your mistresses, Chuck. Dinner is on me tonight.”
“Thank you, I’ll do that.” He backed away, bumping into Creek, whose steely eyes would have made most men run in fear. To his credit, Chuck kept his steps steady.
“Oh, and Chuck.” He stopped, his hand on the door handle. “If your son so much as looks at my wife again, I’ll cut his dick off and give it to her as a honeymoon gift.”
I saw the shake of his hand as he pulled the door open, muttering a “Yes, sir,” as he left.
Rolling my neck, I caught Creek’s eye. “Really?” he said.
“Are you questioning my methods?”
“No, boss. Just thinking of Angie’s reaction if that’s what you brought her in a gift box.”
My laugh was loud, the image making it hard to catch my breath. “Shit, that mouth wouldn’t stop cussing me out. I wouldn’t hear the end of it. Speaking of mouths,” I said, looking at my watch.
“She’s back in the room,” he said, reading my thoughts and giving me a crooked grin.
“Good, because I have plans for that mouth that don’t involve any cussing but my own.” The thought was enough to make me uncomfortably hard.
He shook his head as we left the gym.
I made my way back to the room, stopping on my way up to ensure the governor and his family enjoyed their meal on mebefore I headed upstairs. Angie was on the balcony, the sun highlighting the golden strands in her hair. She had her leg propped, and I followed the path up to where her sundress sat near the top of her thigh. She turned, her brown eyes lit to a light hue, her smile reaching them. The dress tied around her neck, dipping in a sexy v so the flesh of her breasts was prominent. She was hot and I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction to her.
“I ordered us dinner,” she said, and I dragged my eyes from her body to the table to see that she had indeed ordered dinner, a bottle of red wine in the center. “I hope you like steak.”
“One of my favorites. I like it rare, juicy, and flavorful.”
Her cheeks grew a delicate shade of pink, and I skimmed my fingers over one.
“I think you owe me something first,” I said, dropping my fingers to her lips.
She arched her brow. “Do I?”
“Oh yeah. I told you, those lips needed to be around my cock tonight, baby.”
She looked me over, frowning. “Weren’t you just at the gym? For a few hours?”
