Big Bad Beast
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Sorta rolled off the ledge, but I didnt hit the ground or anything cause I had hold of
Stop. The wolf shook his head. If I dont know exactly what you do to get done what you do, I cant be freaked out by it, now can I?
Thats how my momma gets through the day.
Then thats what well do.
Dee frowned. Is something else wrong?
No. He gazed at her. Do you think theres something wrong?
Other than you acting weird? No.
Then I guess nothings wrong. He focused on his computer and she got the feeling shed just been dismissed.
Deciding it would be better to talk to Ric when he wasnt being such a snobby prick about a friendly little brawl in the middle of the office, Dee stepped away from the desk, but she caught sight of a single crumpled paper in the otherwise empty trash can. She reached in and pulled it out when she realized it was the note shed left for him.
Youre throwing out my notes now?
I have a wonderfully intact mind, he told her, not looking away from his computer screen. I would have remembered to discuss whatever issues you may have at a later date. When it was convenient for me.
Shocked, Dee demanded, What is your problem, Van Holtz?
I dont have a problem, he said while typing on his keyboard. I simply thought we were going to keep personal issues out of the office.
Yeah, but I thought youd want to know right quick if I found your brother trying to break into that big ol safe youve got in your office.
Ric spun his chair around to face her. Wait. What?
I caught your brother trying to get into your safe. Since he didnt seem to have the combination, Im assuming he was breaking in.
Van Holtz blinked. Oh. Oh. Oh! He sat up, arms on his desk, back straight. Oh. Right. Youre absolutely right. He shouldnt have been anywhere near my apartment. In fact, I banned him from there because he insulted Lock. So . . . good job.
Dee studied him. That was a lot of ohs, Van Holtz.
No. Just . . . you know.
Dee looked at her note, straightening out the crumpled paper. She read it again and raised her eyes to the wolf. Shed never been one to write wordy notes but this one, if taken out of context . . .
Did you think I was
No.
He answered so quick, she knew. You did, didnt you?
Okay, I misread it. Can we let it go?
Not really. Not when he was blushing and just twenty dang levels of cute!
Look, I made a mistake. Okay? It happens. Lets just nottalk about it.
Like itll be that easy. Dee slammed his office door and locked it, then faced him.
What are you doing?
I think we need to clear some things up, she said, ambling back over to his desk.
Not necessary. Nothing to clarify. I say we forget it ever happened. Cant we forget? Dee moved around the desk and over to Ric, straddling his thighs with her legs until she dropped right into his lap.
Nah.
He squirmed a little in the chair. Well, can you do this while not sitting on my lap? She gazed down at his lap. You gettin hard, Ulrich?
Youre sitting in my lap, Dee-Ann. Smelling all sweaty and bloodyof course, Im getting hard.
Then Ill make this quick, just so were clear. I dont end things with people by leaving notes, sending texts, or shootin someone an e-mail. Instead I
Shoot them once in the back of the head?
Youve been talking to MacRyrie, I see, and it was a paint-ball gun I used on that cheetah. He survived.
This wasnt remotely fair. She wore only a sports bra, workout shorts, and sneakers. Her hands had been taped up for the fight and still had Malones blood on them. Her hair was drenched in sweat and her multitude of scars were shiny bright and silver against her damp flesh.
Honestly . . . he could only handle so much!
And Dee-Ann Smith knew it, too. She knew what she was doing to him, pressing her hands against his shoulders and kind of pinning him against the chair, making him feel all vulnerable and helpless.
Evil sex sorceress!
Trust me, darlin, she said low, when this thing is over between us, Ill let you know, in person. Like a woman. Not like some frightened little girl leaving bullshit little notes. And if youre not sure . . . ask me.
If I ask, are you positive you wont run?
I only run when police are involved . . . or Im out of ammo.
Thats perfectly fair.
Glad you think so, she murmured, then slowly leaned in and sniffed his neck. Lord, you smell good.
Ric groaned. Dee, we cant do this here.
Why not?
Its the office and were two highly trained professionals who dont screw in the office.
You were all ready to screw me in your restaurant office.
The restaurant is mine. This place belongs to the Group. Plus, I dont have condoms just lying around for impromptu chair sex with horny, sweaty She-wolves who are driving me wild. She pressed her lips against his neck, her tongue making little figure eights against his skin.
Stop. The wolf shook his head. If I dont know exactly what you do to get done what you do, I cant be freaked out by it, now can I?
Thats how my momma gets through the day.
Then thats what well do.
Dee frowned. Is something else wrong?
No. He gazed at her. Do you think theres something wrong?
Other than you acting weird? No.
Then I guess nothings wrong. He focused on his computer and she got the feeling shed just been dismissed.
Deciding it would be better to talk to Ric when he wasnt being such a snobby prick about a friendly little brawl in the middle of the office, Dee stepped away from the desk, but she caught sight of a single crumpled paper in the otherwise empty trash can. She reached in and pulled it out when she realized it was the note shed left for him.
Youre throwing out my notes now?
I have a wonderfully intact mind, he told her, not looking away from his computer screen. I would have remembered to discuss whatever issues you may have at a later date. When it was convenient for me.
Shocked, Dee demanded, What is your problem, Van Holtz?
I dont have a problem, he said while typing on his keyboard. I simply thought we were going to keep personal issues out of the office.
Yeah, but I thought youd want to know right quick if I found your brother trying to break into that big ol safe youve got in your office.
Ric spun his chair around to face her. Wait. What?
I caught your brother trying to get into your safe. Since he didnt seem to have the combination, Im assuming he was breaking in.
Van Holtz blinked. Oh. Oh. Oh! He sat up, arms on his desk, back straight. Oh. Right. Youre absolutely right. He shouldnt have been anywhere near my apartment. In fact, I banned him from there because he insulted Lock. So . . . good job.
Dee studied him. That was a lot of ohs, Van Holtz.
No. Just . . . you know.
Dee looked at her note, straightening out the crumpled paper. She read it again and raised her eyes to the wolf. Shed never been one to write wordy notes but this one, if taken out of context . . .
Did you think I was
No.
He answered so quick, she knew. You did, didnt you?
Okay, I misread it. Can we let it go?
Not really. Not when he was blushing and just twenty dang levels of cute!
Look, I made a mistake. Okay? It happens. Lets just nottalk about it.
Like itll be that easy. Dee slammed his office door and locked it, then faced him.
What are you doing?
I think we need to clear some things up, she said, ambling back over to his desk.
Not necessary. Nothing to clarify. I say we forget it ever happened. Cant we forget? Dee moved around the desk and over to Ric, straddling his thighs with her legs until she dropped right into his lap.
Nah.
He squirmed a little in the chair. Well, can you do this while not sitting on my lap? She gazed down at his lap. You gettin hard, Ulrich?
Youre sitting in my lap, Dee-Ann. Smelling all sweaty and bloodyof course, Im getting hard.
Then Ill make this quick, just so were clear. I dont end things with people by leaving notes, sending texts, or shootin someone an e-mail. Instead I
Shoot them once in the back of the head?
Youve been talking to MacRyrie, I see, and it was a paint-ball gun I used on that cheetah. He survived.
This wasnt remotely fair. She wore only a sports bra, workout shorts, and sneakers. Her hands had been taped up for the fight and still had Malones blood on them. Her hair was drenched in sweat and her multitude of scars were shiny bright and silver against her damp flesh.
Honestly . . . he could only handle so much!
And Dee-Ann Smith knew it, too. She knew what she was doing to him, pressing her hands against his shoulders and kind of pinning him against the chair, making him feel all vulnerable and helpless.
Evil sex sorceress!
Trust me, darlin, she said low, when this thing is over between us, Ill let you know, in person. Like a woman. Not like some frightened little girl leaving bullshit little notes. And if youre not sure . . . ask me.
If I ask, are you positive you wont run?
I only run when police are involved . . . or Im out of ammo.
Thats perfectly fair.
Glad you think so, she murmured, then slowly leaned in and sniffed his neck. Lord, you smell good.
Ric groaned. Dee, we cant do this here.
Why not?
Its the office and were two highly trained professionals who dont screw in the office.
You were all ready to screw me in your restaurant office.
The restaurant is mine. This place belongs to the Group. Plus, I dont have condoms just lying around for impromptu chair sex with horny, sweaty She-wolves who are driving me wild. She pressed her lips against his neck, her tongue making little figure eights against his skin.
