Page 40 of Hostile Cravings
“Keep it up and that will be the last time.”
“Give me a second, Mace,” I said, answering the call. I put the phone down and strutted over to her.
A twist of my hand in her wet hair had her body against mine and her eyes flaring with desire. “Change the fucking outfit and cover that body up so I don’t have to kill every man here.”
I shoved her away and walked back to the phone. “I’m going to walk my irritation off before I grab us some coffee. By the time I get back, I expect you to have changed.”
“Screw you, Tyson,” she muttered as I put the phone to my ear.
“Don’t make me spank you again, Anj. I won’t go gentle on you this time.”
I walked out, hearing her swear and shaking my head as I passed Finch and one of Donelli’s men. Finch followed me, always vigilant, and I heard Donelli’s guy call his partner to back him up.
“What’s up, Mace?” I asked, heading further down the hall.
“Going well, huh?”
“Something like that.” I couldn’t keep up the gruff mask with Mason. He’d read right through it. And he knew me too well not to notice.
“What’s wrong, Ty?”
I eyed the elevator and decided to take the stairs, wanting the privacy. Finch followed, but I motioned for him to give me some space. He moved past me, checking out the rest of the stairwell.
“Why do you ask?” I ran my hand through my hair as I leaned against the wall.
“Because you’re not bitching about Angie Donelli. I thought she was a pain in your ass.”
“She is,” I said, my eyes staring at the step in front of me. “She’s a bratty, spoiled bitch who drives me insane. Everything she does grates on my nerves and pretending like this is killing me, Mace. I don’t think I can take much more of it.”
“But?” he asked, reading me easily because the usual aggression in my tone was missing.
“But…she’s making me crazy.” I sighed.
“Ty, that picture you sent for Joey…that wasn’t staged, was it?”
I heard Casey in the background, her voice growing a pitch higher with excitement. Damn, I should have known she’d be with him.
“No.” I slid onto the stair. “No, it wasn’t. Shit, Mace, I can’t keep my hands off her. It built up, you know, this craving inside of me I couldn’t stop until I had her. And now, it’s like I can’t stop and…I don’t know that I want to stop because she does something to me, makes me so…” I paused, unable to get the words out.
“You’re in love with Angie Donelli?” his voice was incredulous, but it was Casey’s surprised scream that made me smile. The word was one I hadn’t wanted to admit, but when he said it, I couldn’t deny it.
“Yeah, I think I am. Completely and utterly in love with the bitch who has made my life miserable for the last seven years.”
“We can have a double wedding!” Casey yelled.
“No!” What was she thinking even saying that? But something about it had sounded right, and I shook the sensation off. “No. What the fuck, Mason? Calm her down.”
“Oh, you don’t want me to do that, buddy. You won’t like the way I calm her down.”
I rolled my eyes, wanting to reach through the phone and strangle him.
“So, did you tell her yet?” Casey said, having clearly grabbed the phone from Mason.
“Case, settle down. And no, I haven’t. We…this is all new for both of us, and I don’t even know if she feels the same way.” But I did. I’d seen the look in her eyes that she’d shielded quickly.
“You need to tell her, Ty. This is huge. For both of you!”
“Yeah, it is, Case, which is why I’m not gonna say anything yet. I’m not ready and I’m not even sure what it is I’m feeling.”
