Page 9 of Virtue & Vengeance

My body slammed into his and my bag slipped from my shoulder and fell to the floor. His large hands came up to my shoulders, bracing me and keeping me from falling onto my ass.

I gasped at his touch, my eyes crashing with his.

His expression shifted, turning dark as his brows pulled low in anger.

“Of course,” he muttered, his emerald eyes scanning my face. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t listen.”

I stepped out of his hold.

I couldn’t concentrate with his hands on me.

As long as he was touching me, my synapses seemed to misfire, and all rational thought disappeared.

I glared at him. “Excuse me?”

“Maybe you didn’t hear me when I left you, but you’re fired, Eden.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stuck my hip out. My cheeks burned with anger, and I knew my expression matched my rage. I didn’t have time for this, but I surely wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

“I would’ve quit anyway,” I snapped, making sure he could feel my wrath. “I’m just here for my stuff, but thanks for sending me off with so much attitude, asshole.”

Part of me wanted to cover my mouth with my palm. I’d never called anyone a name before and I rarely cursed, but the word popped out, and I knew the second it bounced from my tongue it was the perfect word for him.

His brow lifted and a small sarcastic grin formed on his lips. “Did you seriously just call me an asshole?”

Nerves were getting the best of me, and I began to tap my right foot against the marble floor. He was so intimidating. Even after spending a night in his arms, his body inside of mine, I felt like I needed to run away.

“So what if I did?”

“Then I’d say you know me better than most.”

I rolled my eyes.

Of course, he would turn my insult into a compliment.

“Yeah, well, I can you tell you that’s untrue. I don’t know you at all.”

His jaw ticked letting me know I’d touched a nerve, but his expression stayed neutral.

“I’d say after last night you know me pretty well.”

I snorted, the sound extremely unladylike. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I did.

I knew exactly what he was talking about.

I could still hear the sounds he made when he came.

The growls of longing before the absolute sigh of release.

Even now, as he glared down at me reminding me of all the reasons I should hate him, my body was responding to the memories of the night before.

Anger flashed across his expression, the green in his eyes somehow tinting red. “Do you enjoy pissing me off?”

I stepped away from him, my back meeting the locker room door. “Yes. Yes I do,” I challenged.

He moved quickly, his body slamming into mine.