Page 99 of Maddox
“When’s the last time you saw her?” he asks.
Eyeing him silently, I envision all the ways I can fuck up his world until he raises a brow.
“Why?” I growl, tempted to throw my fucking notepad at his head.
“Just asking,” he says, and I slam my hand on my hip.
“Really? Well, maybe you should have got her number, big man because the last time I saw her she was with you.”
His friend chokes on his coffee while I turn away and stalk back to the kitchen.
On the other side, I lean against the wall, bow my head and mutter, “Happy fucking Thanksgiving.”
“Is that all you got?” Maddox growls and I whip around as he grabs me around the waist and pulls me in.
“What are you doing?” I mutter.
“What I wanted to do since I came through that door,” he rasps before his head dips to mine.
Our lips touch and a tingle of need dances down my spine before I pull back far enough to see his face and smack the notepad against his head.
The burn of rage deepens though when he doesn’t so much as flinch, merely raising his brow and I shove him away, spitting, “Fuck off!”
His eyes flash as he shoves me against the wall, and I suppress a shiver when his erection bulges against my belly.
“You offering?” he purrs and choking on my rage, I press my palm to his face.
“Are you fucking serious?” I growl.
His chuckle only ratchets my annoyance as he lifts me up and stalks down the hall while I shriek, “Maddox!”
At the storage room, he steps inside and pushes the door closed before dropping me to my feet.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, slamming my fist against his chest.
My fingers ache for my effort and I back away only to hit the door when he grabs my cheeks and says, “I want another damn taste. That a problem?”
Huh? What the hell?
“Why?” I ask.
This fucker blew me off and now he wants anothertaste? I’m getting freaking whiplash from his weird ass moods.
His brows furrow as he searches my gaze before he pulls up a dirty smirk and says, “You’re so fucking cute, princess.”
“No. Nope,” I say, shoving him away. “You want to pretend. Do it with someone else!”
“What the fuck does that mean?” he barks, and I touch my chest, silently order my racing heart to calm the fuck down.
“Really?” I snap, throwing out an arm. “Maybe that damn dimple fools everyone else but I’m notthem. How about you be real for five fucking seconds?”
Maddox
What’s her problem? I’m just fuckingsmiling.
Ignoring the weird burn in my chest, I back up and point to the door, sneering, “Whatever. Don’t you have coffee to deliver or something?”
When her eyes flicker and she slowly shakes her head, I grit my teeth so hard, a slice of pain shoots up my jaw.
