Lex(128)

“So you say, but should I ask her?”

“Ask her what? If I’ve hit on her? Of course I have. Have you looked at her? It’s impossible not to. Plus, I think she’s just playing hard to get.”

Whatever! I could never and would never.

I turn to Gage, praying he isn’t playing into this nonsense.

“Really? Let me tell you what I know.” Gage leisurely rises from the chair with an air of dark power surrounding him as he stands. Cockily smoothing down the sides of his expensive suit, he then walks around the side of his extended chair and proceeds to slide it back under the table. Providing me with a faint wink, he then boldly pivots on his heel and begins to pace the room, clouding the space with his raw confidence. If he wasn’t my boyfriend, I would be inclined to cower at his intimidating presence. However, he is my boyfriend, and I find this masculine display of my dick’s bigger than yours, tremendously sexy.

“What’s that?” Donald finally asks, swallowing hard. I can see his throat constrict. He’s apparently feeling the effects of Gage’s lethal strength. Gage isn’t happy; I can see the aggravated expression etched into his handsome face. The staunch brazen edge cloaking his lawyer infused tone is palpable.

Stopping beside Donald, Gage bends forward, placing his hands on the table, snapping his head to face Donald. The businessman almost jumps out of his skin and I bite my lip to keep myself from succumbing to the hilarity of this situation.

“This is what I know, Donald. May I call you Donald?”

He nods in retort.

“Good, what I know is this. See that woman?” Gage firmly points at me. I’m straight across the table from them.

Donald nods, again.

“She is a highly intelligent, beautiful, successful, caring, business woman. Who has built this company from the ground up. She’s not some secretary who barely graduated college, and likes to give blowjobs to move up the ladder in life. She’s a strong, independent woman, who wouldn’t fall for your dirty perverted antics no matter how much you try.” Gage all but spits on Donald. He’s all but skipped pissed off and traveled into murderous rage territory.

“How… How...,” Donald stutters.

“How do I know? I’ll tell you Donald.” Gage claps him hard on the shoulder and Donald nearly pee’s his pants, as his eyes get even wider, filling half of his face, his lips actually trembling. I almost feel sorry for the man, almost.

“That woman, Donald, not only is she all of those things. She also happens to be my life partner. The love of my life, and let me tell you, Donald, I’m not a fan of a man sending my woman flowers. Did you know it took me six years to make her mine? Guess how much more that pisses me off when someone unwelcome tries to sample what is mine. I’m sure your wife doesn’t like that you’re a dirty fucker. That’s her problem for staying with a sleazeball like you. Me, on the other hand, well…let’s just say, I’m not as forgiving as your wife is. Try, I dare you to try to flirt with Ms. Keagan, look at her wrong or anything I deem is unprofessional and I’ll not only see that you lose your job, I will hunt you down, I will slice off those tiny things you call balls and I will wrap them up and send them to your wife. Do I seem like a man who is to be fucked with, Donald? Do I look like I’m joking?”

Undoubtedly petrified, Donald shakes his head.

“Good.” Gage releases Donald’s shoulder, stands up and walks around the other side of the table. Pushing my rolling chair backward, Gage drops to the floor, grabs my knees, opening up my legs and finds his rightful place between them.

“That’ll be all, now get the fuck out. The misses and I have a little reacquainting to make up for. Daniel has your paperwork at his desk.”

Scrambling out of his chair, Donald all but sprints of the room and Gage turns his head and growls like a ferocious beast as Donald shuts the door.

Turning back to face me, he smiles. “Hi, Angel.” His sweet, gentle, loving tone is back, like none of this ever happened.

“Well, I’m not sure what brought that on and how you got here so fast, but I’m glad he’s gone. A half an hour with him and I was about to pull my hair out.”

“I’ve hated him from the beginning. I couldn’t do anything about it at the time. Then you said he delivered flowers today and the asshole jealous part of me kind of surfaced. Needed to teach him a lesson, not that I didn’t think…”

I bend down and shut him up with a kiss, his hands sneakily slide up under my dress and I break from his mouth.

“Don’t.” I warn, looking him straight in the eye.