Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(22)

“Fine. Take the goddamn links and give me the toast. You’re going to get arrested, and we don’t need the company being dragged into your craziness.”

She smiled and cut half a slice of toast before forking my links and dropping them onto her plate. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“So, the place is furnished and should have everything you need. My sister designed the interior, so I think you’ll be pleased.”

She finished chewing. “Sabine is an interior designer?”

“Yep. It’s always been her passion. She had my apartment ready for me when I got back from my last mission.”

“Do you miss the Navy? I’m sure it was a constant adrenaline rush. Although you are strapped to me right now, and that must be thrilling.”

I rolled my eyes, even if she made a valid point. “There are things I miss—my brothers being at the top of the list. But I was ready to leave when I did. I have no regrets. Although, being strapped to you is not what I’d bargained for.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned for this either, so there you go. But I’m sure it’s hard to leave something that you did for a long time.”

I nodded as I swallowed the best goddamn French toast I’d ever had. “Why are you being so friendly this morning?”

“We have another week together, and apparently, we’re going to be neighbors. Why shouldn’t I be nice?”

“Hmmm… I don’t know. You looked like you wanted to kill me last night when you fisted my junk.” I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest.

“I completely forgot about that. It wasn’t all that memorable.” She smirked. “Clean slate. I promise.”

She held her pinky up for me, and I narrowed my gaze.

“Have you never made a pinky promise? Let me guess… this isn’t something you Navy SEALs do?”

I barked out a laugh because this girl was so far under my skin I could barely see straight. I leaned forward and wrapped my pinky around hers. Not because I believed for one minute that she was going to keep her word about a truce from a goddamn pinky promise. But because the urge to touch her was so fucking strong.

“What are you promising, Minx?”

“I’m agreeing to a truce. Your small peen and my magic vaginas are both off the table.” She winked. “I promise, boss.”

I held her finger there when she tried to pull away and tugged her forward so we were both leaning over the table. “Was there something in my juice this morning?”

Her eyes were wild with excitement. She got off on this shit as much as I did.

“If I told you my secrets, I’d have to kill you.”

“I’m not easy to kill. Trust me.” My voice was gruff as her jasmine scent was doing a number on me.

Her nearness.

Her tongue swiped out, slowly gliding across her bottom lip.

“Neither am I. That’s why we need a truce.”

This pull I felt was too much.

I let her hand go and sat back in my chair.

I needed to pull my shit together.

Because this woman might just be the death of me.

And I knew better than to allow that.





nine





Dylan





When we landed in San Francisco, I was exhausted. Wolf had barely spoken to me on the plane. In fact, he’d been completely distracted this last week. The playful banter had all come to an end after our breakfast in Denver—when he’d thought I’d poisoned him.

I chuckled to myself at the way he’d studied me and then the glass of juice.

Of course, I hadn’t put anything in his drink, but I enjoyed seeing him squirm.

That double vagina stunt was over the top.

My sisters found it to be hilarious and claimed I’d met my match.

I hadn’t.

He was just a broody billionaire who happened to be sexy as hell and irritate the shit out of me.

That’s not meeting your match.

It’s more like meeting your nemesis.

He was unpredictable. I didn’t trust him. He could easily throw me under the bus as soon as we returned to work on Monday. Who knew what this man was capable of?

Maybe that was why he was being so distant. Maybe he was going to try to get me fired, and he didn’t want me to know.

The only time we’d spent together over the last few days was when we’d met with an agent in Los Angeles, a college athlete and his coach in Seattle, and a superstar high school center from Minnesota. Otherwise, he’d been MIA. The man was so hot and cold, it was impossible to know what was going on with him.

Maybe he had a woman.

I mean… I did get a sample of his goods, and to say I’d been impressed would be a massive understatement.

And when I say massive, I mean the man had a massive package, and I’d even given it a good squeeze, and it had been rock-hard.

So, there you go.

He was actually a broody billionaire who happened to be sexy as hell and irritate the shit out of me… and have the most impressive penis on the planet.

We stepped off the plane and made our way to the waiting car, and I said hello to Gallan, who was waiting for us.

Wolf still hadn’t spoken, but he opened the door for me, and I climbed into the back.