Page 17 of Big Bad Boss: Mated
I frown. Someone’s up to something.
Then Madi appears, and the world falls away.
She struts out with her head back and chin up like a supermodel on a catwalk. There’s a confident, sultry sway to her hips. She’s vamping this up for the crowd.
And she’s changed her clothes. Gone is the modest white dress we agreed she’d wear. She either packed a change of clothes, or got the club attendants to procure a whole new outfit. A siren-red dress puts her curves on display, and a pair of stilettos give her a few inches of height. The dress is short and sexy. Most infuriating of all, it has a deep slit in the front that showcases the swell of her breasts.
Windows is back.
The entire club seems to hold its breath. The audience is silent, as if a goddess has descended among them, and if they breathe wrong, she’ll smite them.
Thaddeus is smirking. If he was in on this costume change, he’ll be lucky if I don’t rip out his eyes before I let my wolf devour his still beating heart. It’s possible he’s just amused by my reaction and had nothing to do with Madi’s little rebellion and everything to do with the fact that all vampires have “resting douchebag face.”
Either way, I want to kill him.
But I’m not here for that.
I turn to face Madi as she sways up to the stage. Automatically I put a hand out to help her up. She’s redone her makeup, too. Her eyes have a sly, catlike slant to them. Her lips are a dusky red.
She’s breathtaking, and for a moment, I can only hold her hand and marvel that she’s mine.
She notices the desk and chair behind me and grins. She’s ready. The air turns heady with the scent of her secret musk.
I draw her close and growl, “You’re in big trouble, little girl.”
The scene has begun.
I’m going to show her–and everyone here–she belongs to me.
Chapter Seven
Madi
I stare up at Brick, and his deep voice sends shivers skating down my spine. I love the stage–I wouldn’t perform with Aubrey and my band if I didn’t, but I’ve never gotten a chance to act like this, and it’s thrilling. I’m channeling my inner theater kid hard.
But Brick doesn’t sound like he’s acting. This sounds real.
“Who, me?” I purr.
He releases my hand and circles me.
“See something you like?” I ask. I sense his gaze sweeping over me. My backside tingles.
“I told you not to wear those dresses.”
I rest a hand next to my cleavage. “This old thing?” I let my head fall back as I caress the bare skin between my breasts. “It’s well within the dress code. According to HR.”
“But not according to me.” His growl makes my body buzz. He’s right behind me, breathing down my neck. “You disobeyed a direct order.”
I lick my lips. “What are you going to do about it? Sir?”
“This insubordination has gone on long enough.” He grabs the chair and pulls it away from the desk. “You’ve been a bad girl, and your ass is going to pay.” He grips my arm and whirls me around so fast I don’t know what’s happening until I end up bent over the desk, cheek and palms to the wood. He steadies me with a firm but gentle hand.
I’m so turned on, it hurts.
His palm cups my bottom, and I know he’s planning to spank me over my clothes. He has no idea what sort of panties I’m wearing–if I’m wearing any at all. My costume change threw him, and his displeasure is real.
Just as I anticipated.