“Since when does that matter?” She crossed her arms, taking a once over of my space like she was looking for something. Her gaze lingered on my empty chair with no jacket hanging there as it usually did when I was here. She didn’t seem to notice...

I stayed planted in the open doorway as she approached me. She was hot, confident, had everything going for her, and knew how to get exactly what she wanted. Too bad for her, I wasn’t interested.

Her fingers trailed down from my chest to my pant line. “I missed you,” she whispered into my ear.

Grabbing her wrist before she could grip my dick, I said, “Not tonight.”

She blinked and her typical smirk disappeared from her lips. “What the hell, Brent? You’re not one to turn me down.”

Pulling her wrist from my grip with a sharp yank, I put space between us with a sidestep. “I just told you no. What part of that do you not understand? I. Don’t. Want. You. Here.”

“You? Not in the mood?” She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing at me. “That’s ridiculous considering I can’t get you off me half the time. What? Is there someone else now or are you just playing hard to get?”

Her words didn’t necessarily sting, but they were annoying. We weren’t dating and I was not about to explain myself to some pretentious princess. I laughed. “Clingy much? I just need some fucking space. I work, you know.”

And, also, fuck your attitude.

“Space,” she scoffed. “Since when do you need space?” Her voice was dripping in disbelief, her mouth left open in confusion.

I didn’t answer her. I met her gaze until she sighed in defeat. “You know what? What the fuck ever, Brent. You are so not worth this much effort.”

The door was half shut when those fucking words snapped me. No one fucking tells me that and just walks away.

I grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face me.

“What?” she asked, challenging me. That half innocent voice pissing me off more.

She wasn’t about to leave thinking she’d gotten the better of me.

The moment my mouth was on hers, I regretted it. I hated that I let her get under my skin like that, but I wasn’t about to back down. She placed a firm hand on my chest and backed me up to the bed.

Straddling me, she started pulling off her top. Seeing her expose herself to me like she’d done a million times did absolutely nothing for me. “This is more like it,” she groaned into my mouth.

“Don’t fucking talk.”

I flipped her over to where I was straddling her and pulled her pants off.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Brent.”

“Yeah, don’t get too comfortable.”