Page 27 of Wickedly Played
MAX
Serena’s eyes glaze over once I tell her she’s a job for me. I can’t be thinking about Melinda right now, or wherever she is, when my primary responsibility is this sexy woman in front of me. The words are on the tip of my tongue to take it back.
For the past month, I have fought temptation and kept my dick in my pants. Serena doesn’t make it easy for me with how gorgeous she is. There is not one thing that she does that doesn’t scream sex. Just watching her workout is enough for me to fight my fist from forming for me to fuck it.
“I’m just a job for you. Thank you for clarifying that, Max,” she tells me in an authoritative voice.
“Sweetness,” I begin.
“No, it is fine. Uh, Stella is coming over to film some content with me. We won’t need you around. Please find somewhere else to be than outside of my room.”
My hand grabs her elbow to stop her from leaving the gym. “You know that’s not the case, right?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know anything. Again, it is fine.”
“Don’t ice me out,” I growl.
Serena spins on her heels, yanks her arm out of my grasp, and then hisses. “Iceyou out? Are you serious right now?” Her teeth are bared as she clenches her jaw. “I’m not doing anything, Max. You made it clear what I am to you, and that’s fine.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck, fuck.
“What do you want from me?” I demand. “What good would I be in protecting you if I just fucked you into the mattress? You do realize this relationship would be fucking insane, right?”
“I’m just curious if you woke up this morning and chose to be a dick or if this became a new development for the day!” Serena screams. “Now I’m an obsessive woman? Is that what you are trying to say to me? Get over yourself.”
She turns to walk away from me, but I’m in front of her in a flash. I use my body to push her against the wall, and I can see an inferno brewing in her eyes. She’s pissed. Maybe she’s also pissed because she’s turned on.
Moving my head so I’m right in front of her eyes, I fight the urge to grab her by the throat to show her who is in charge. She needs to understand that her little tantrum won’t work.
“Let me make something very clear. I never said I didn’t want you. I never said I didn’t want to bend you over that exercise bench, pull down these pathetic shorts, and fuck you harder than you’ve been fucked. In my professional opinion, I think you need that attitude fucked out of you. Maybe with a good orgasm, you would stop being such an uptight bitch.”
Her hand flies through the air as she slaps me across the face.
“Fuck off, Max.”
This time, I let her walk away from me.
Reaching into my pocket to grab my phone, I dial Adam’s number. He sends me to voicemail… Fuck. I bet Serena is on the phone with him right now.
ADAM: Just curious- what the actual fuck is wrong with you
ADAM: Never mind. I’m on my way over there with her agent.
ADAM: You know this deal was going to help in the long run
ME: She’s a pain in the ass
ADAM: So are you, fucker
ME: If you’re going just to take her side, then I’m fucking leaving
ADAM: You walk out that door, you’re done
ADAM: There is a new threat
ME: What?
ADAM: See you in about an hour. We’re having a meeting
