Summer drew herself up to her full five foot four inches of height. She wasn’t tall, but she used what she had. She narrowed her gaze at Mr. Big Boss. "What," she said in a clipped tone, "was that supposed to be about?"
He advanced on her, closing the space between them. "You. Leading the poor guy on."
Summer sputtered. "Wwwhat?"
"I don’t know what game you’re playing, but maybe it’s a damn good thing you’re leaving."
His gaze left her eyes and traveled south to rest on the cleavage she’d been so sure would cause trouble. Bingo. Jealousy. Score one for the Gipper. But, his words still stung. "How dare you–"
"No," Tyler growled. "How dare you flaunt yourself like some cheap whore. Teasing the men when they have to get out of here and do dangerous work. Their minds won’t be on their jobs."
He advanced closer until she could see the tiny flecks of gold in his green eyes, feel the warm air of his breath. This was what she wanted, right? This man’s attention?
Well, she suddenly had it by buckets. Now, was not the time to back down, not if she wanted Tyler in her bed. "And just what will their minds be on?"
"You."
"Yeah, right." She gave him her best glare. "I would have thought any of that sort of nonsense would have happened months ago."
"You weren’t dressed like this months ago. Hell, even weeks ago. They’re men, not eunuchs."
"You’re immune."
"Am I?"
As quick as a rattler strike, Tyler ’s arm wrapped around her waist and he yanked her hard against his chest. His other hand cupped the back of her head and he kissed her.
The kiss was rough, possessive, and hard, stealing the breath from her lungs. God, it was just what she wanted from him. But not enough. If she were going to have this man the way she wanted, ‘hard to get’ was going to be the theme of the day.
With strength she was sure was super human, she shoved Tyler Crockett away from her lusting, burning mouth and slapped him as hard as she could. |
