CHISELED (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (7 page)

“If you take one
more step you can consider yourself fired.”

Jesus.

“I was just going
to the bathroom,” I lied. “Is that okay with you, master?”

Excitement flashed
across his face for a split second but then he just shrugged.

I was relieved to
get away from him, thankful for the minute to myself. I felt like I couldn’t
breath around him, like he was in complete control of my emotions and thoughts.
What was wrong with me? I was turning into a nutcase.

I looked at myself
in the mirror for a second then put my head in my hands and forced myself to
take a deep breath. Nothing bad was happening, I could handle this. I was going
to go back out there and be purely profession, I was going to be perfectly
polite.

And then I was
going to wrap things the hell up before they got any weirder.

But when I looked
up there he was in the mirror, staring at me hungrily.

I swung around.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”

He titled his head
to the side and looked me up and down, a fire in his eyes I had never seen on a
man before in my life. He took a step closer to me. “You really should have
worn a different dress.”

And then he was
throwing his body against mine, smothering my mouth with his. I gasped into his
mouth, shocked, but he took the chance to stick his tongue deep down my throat
and start exploring.

I gasped, so
shocked and thrilled by him that I felt like I might explode.

I somehow managed
to push him away but he was back on top of me again, impulsive and hungry. I
felt like I was under attack, like my body was his and had been designed
specifically for the purpose of him taking it.

“Braden,” I
gasped.

“Shut up,” he
snarled, devouring my lips into his again.

I stumbled back
into the mirror and my back landed against it with a loud bang but I barely
noticed the shooting pain that consumed my bones because the feeling of
pleasure was far more powerful. Braden’s hands were inside of my hair and
holding my head in place so hard that it occurred to me he could easily snap my
neck if he wanted to.

I ran my fingers
through his hair impulsively, unable to control the effect he had on my body
but he barely let me touch him before he pinned my wrists over my head and
started sucking on my neck as he railed me harder into the wall.

I wanted to
protest, I knew this was wrong, but it felt so right.

“We…” I stumbled
over my words.

What was I doing?
This was a bad choice…. This was dangerous. Braden Nash was bad news. So why
couldn’t I make the sweltering heat growing between my legs listen to reason?

Somewhere in the
distance I was vaguely aware of the fact that my phone was going off but I was
too caught up in Braden’s tongue all over my body to care.

“We can’t do
this,” I got out somehow.

He pulled one of
his hands down and for a second I thought he was going to stop but the worry
was short lived when he took his hand and ripped the front of my dress open,
exposing my red bra. I blushed instantly but Braden was too busy sucking on the
center of my breasts to notice.

He dipped his
tongue into my cleavage and started licking rapidly.

My thoughts
immediately went to how good that tongue would feel on the center of my most
private areas, sucking all of my juices dry until I begged him for more.

“Braden,” I tried
again to get control of the situation.

“Shut up,” he
ordered me again. More licking, my bra was completely pulled down by then. “I
want you. I want you now.”

It hadn’t been a
statement. It had been a demand.

I sighed and
pulled his head up from my chest with all the will I had. “Stop.”

He ignored me,
kissing me hard on the lips.

I bit down on the
bottom of his lip hard and he jumped back, startled. “What the fuck?”

I yanked my bra
up. “I’m not some girl you can demand to sleep with you. I’m not… I’m not like
that.” I tried to regulate my breathing but it was hard, I was so worked up and
hot.

Braden ran his
tongue over the bottom of his lip, tasting the blood. “You showed up to a
business dinner wearing a dress like that and you aren’t like that, Addison,
really?”

I pulled up the
top of my dress but it was little use since he had tore it to shreds. “What is
wrong with you? Why are you so damn hot and cold with me?”

My phone buzzed
again.

“Because,” he
shouted, “that’s who I am. I’m pissed off and you happen to be in the line of
fire. You being a little sensitive brat isn’t going to help the situation at
all.”

My phone started
ringing again right away.

Braden kicked the
garbage can and it went flying all over the floor. “For Crist sakes, pick up
the damn phone already.”

I grabbed it off
the counter without looking at the caller ID. “WHAT?”

“Hello, is Addison
Cooper available, please?”

“This is her,” I
choked out, my eyes still locked on Braden. He looked so angry, so on the edge
of whatever was going on in his mind. Whatever it was, something told me I
wouldn’t be able to truly understand.

“Addison, Lauren
Johnson, from the LA Tribute calling.”

My heart stopped.
The LA Tribute was calling me?

“Listen, I got
your message and I’m going to be honest… I thought you had lost your mind but I
just got a lead on a man who died across town, the mother of the victim is
swearing that in his last hours he was spitting out stories about a man in a
black mask with green eyes.” Lauren paused. “Addison, I’d really love to talk
to you, I think you might be on to something here.”

“Yes, I’d like
that… I, I think so, too.” I was trying to keep my cool but it was hard, I
wanted to cry and scream. Minutes ago Braden Nash had me thinking I was crazy
but I had been right. The man in the mask did exist… how could I have doubted
it even for a second?

Guilt washed over
me.

“How soon can you
be here?” Lauren asked.

“Soon.”

Braden looked like
he was about to grab the phone out of my hand and smash it into a million
pieces.

“Great, you didn’t
shop this around too many other places, did you?”

“Some,” I
admitted.

“That’s okay… did
you talk to Nash Enterprises by any chance?”

“I did.”

Silence greeted me
on the other end.

“You need to get
here as soon as possible, I’ll text you an address.”

“I can do that.”

There was another
pause and then a worried sigh. “And Addison?”

“Yes?”

“Stay away from
Nash enterprises, Braden Nash is a very dangerous man.”

And then the line
went dead.

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