Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(44)

“Looks like I’m a lucky man.” Buckley winked, and I didn’t miss the way Wolf’s hands were in fists at his sides.

Tawny appeared in the doorway and told Wolf it was time for his lunch meeting, so he hesitantly extended his arm to Buck, but his gaze never left mine.

“Glad to hear you want to stay on another year.”

“Me, too. Thanks for letting me steal her away for lunch,” Buckley said, his tone all teasing.

I knew Wolf well enough to know that he was pissed. The muscle in his jaw ticked. His shoulders stiffened, and he shoved his hands into his pockets before giving one curt nod and leaving the conference room.

Buck whistled once Wolf was out of sight. “I’d say someone is thoroughly pissed off.”

“No. He’s just in a perpetual bad mood,” I said, shaking my head.

“That is not the vibe that I’m picking up on. It was kind of fun seeing him get all worked up over you.” He chuckled.

“I think you’re misreading the signals,” I said once I was on the elevator.

“Trust me. I’m not misreading anything. I can spot a territorial dude a mile away. That man is losing his mind over you.” He held the door open, and I stepped off. “And I’d be lying if I didn’t also notice the way you seem to like getting under his skin.”

“Are you a hockey player or a therapist?” I chuckled as we walked to the café next door.

A few people stared at Buckley, but for the most part, we were left alone. I liked him. He’d always been easy to talk to, and I hadn’t seen him much since I’d moved to the city between my travel and his.

“I’m a little of both.” He smirked as we took a seat at a table in the back of the restaurant. “So, give me the deets, girl. I can tell you’re hung up on the Navy SEAL with a major attitude. He’s a good guy. What’s the story there?”

“I am not hung up on anyone. I like being single. I’m not looking to settle down.” I paused when we both placed our orders.

“You might be the coolest girl I’ve ever met, Dylan Thomas.”

“It’s hard to argue with that,” I said, and we both laughed. “So, tell me what’s going on with you.”

The next hour and a half was filled with good conversation, Buckley sharing the details of his last girlfriend who had not taken the breakup well. He had a large family—two sisters and two brothers—and we shared stories about growing up and all the sibling antics that came with it.

He walked me back to the building, and I gave him a hug. I needed to get back to work, and he had to get to practice. He promised to check in later in the week, and I waved goodbye.

When I stepped off the elevator to make my way to my office, Tawny stopped me. “Hey. Wolf asked me to send you in as soon as you returned. He said it was important.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I stopped at his door and knocked.

“Come in!” he shouted, and he didn’t sound happy.

“You asked me to stop by, so I’d appreciate it if you’d lose the bark.”

“Shut the door,” he hissed.

“Please.” I raised a brow before shutting the door.

“Please what?”

“I was reminding you to say please. You don’t need to be so rude.”

“Jesus. I’m not going to walk on eggshells because you’re sensitive. This is business. Suck it up, Minx.”

I sat down in the leather chair across from him as he sat behind his desk. Everything was cherrywood with burgundy and gold décor. He had Navy medals and awards framed on the walls. There were enough to make it known that the man was highly decorated. It was impressive, especially for a guy who was only a year older than me.

“What did you need?”

“How was your lunch with Buckley? Was it business or pleasure?”

“Is that seriously what you called me in here for?” I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head.

This guy was unbelievable.

“He’s a player that we’re trying to keep on the team. I know we have a verbal from him, but I need to know if he said anything. I’m not asking you if you fucked him.” His fist came down on the desk, and I gaped.

“What? You are such an asshole. For your information, I don’t go to business lunches and fuck people. So, fuck you, Wolf.” I pushed to my feet and stormed toward the door.

But he was fast.

Faster than I anticipated.

His fingers wrapped around my arm, and he turned me. It surprised me that this brute of a man could be gentle in a heated moment.

“I just want to know what happened.” His face was so close to mine that his breath tickled my cheek.

“No. You asked if I fucked him. Why do you even care?” I hissed.

“Why won’t you answer the question?”

“I already told you—you’ve ruined my sex life. You irritate me so much that I can’t seem to relax now. That must please you, huh?”

His hand moved to my hair, and he pressed closer to me, his lips on my ear. “Do you want me to make you feel good again, Minx?”

I would normally slap him in the face, but he had given me the whammy of all orgasms. And another one didn’t sound like a horrible idea. Especially when I was irritated as hell.