Page 6 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

She sat in the office, in a pair of old running leggings she’d found at the bottom of her locker and a tank top going through everything with Holden and Burke with a fine tooth comb. She knew Cole Black was there somewhere, in the office, strutting around like this was his company, his security firm.

“I’m getting some coffee.” She muttered after stifling the fourth yawn within the space of a few minutes.

“Black, two sugars.” Holden stated not even looking up and she caught Burke’s eye as he grinned.

“Roger that.” She said before walking out and heading to the small kitchenette off the main office.

She opened the cupboard seeing most of mugs missing and had to practically get on her hands and knees to get the ones at the back out. Mentally she made a note to send a sarcastic email to the housekeeping team when she had a moment.

She got back up and poured the coffee out, making sure one had two perfectly level sugars, just the way Holden liked, before putting them on a tray. Suddenly she felt her hair stand on end, like someone was watching her. She turned and locked eyes with him. Cole Fucking Black. He looked her up and down, just like last time. She felt scrappy, messy, in just the faded clothes she had on but then she reminded herself that she didn’t need his approval, she didn’t give a damn what he thought.

“I’ll take one if you’re making it.” He said and she shook her head.

“Make it yourself. It just brewed.” She replied with a sarcastic smile before carrying the tray out.

He smirked watching her go, watching how she half strutted away from him like she didn’t give a damn what he thought. He let his eyes run back over her, seeing how the leggings she had on clung to her ass and he could half imagine how good she would feel pressed against him. She was just the right mix of muscle and curve he thought as she disappeared into Holden’s office.

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