Flesh: Part Seven (The Flesh Series Book 7) (5 page)

"A little
what?" my voice raises in challenge.

"Oh, come on
Amy, you can't tell me you don't get the same read on him." His
body slumps forward in exaggerated disbelief.

"Um, for your
information, I've known Derrick for five years. I think I know him
better than you do."

"Fine. Fine."
He holds up his hands in defeat. "I must have been completely
wrong in what I thought you were into. Had I only known, we would
have been doing anal." He bursts out laughing again.

I growl in
exasperation, pissed off to the max. What a pompous asshole. Finally
at my wits end, I head for the door, completely done with everything
to do with Lucian Reddick. Tomorrow, I'll have Tyra transfer his
project to someone else, whether he wants me to or not. I refuse to
work with him any longer.

I don't even look
back, his mocking laughter playing in my brain like the worst
soundtrack ever. I hate him. How I ever found him attractive, I don't
even know anymore. Derrick was right. Lucian is about as ugly on the
inside as ugly can get.

I open the door and
gasp as it's pulled out of my hand, shutting loudly in front of me.
Before I even know what's going on, Lucian is on me. He finds my
wrists and grabs them, pushing them up above my head and pinning me
to the wall. Part of me wants to scream, but I refuse to give him the
pleasure of thinking that I'm intimidated by him.

"What in the
hell is wrong with you?" I practically spit at him.

"Do you really
think I'm that fucking blind?" His eyes rove over my face.
They're dark, lustful. Seducing me didn't work. Now he's in complete
predatory mode.

"Let me go,
Lucian." I don't bother fighting him, knowing that there's no
point.

"You don't want
that kid. He can't do to you the things that I do. He can't make you
feel the way that I can." He leans in to kiss my neck, and I
lift my knee up between his legs, nudging his crotch threateningly.
If I was smarter, I would have just kneed him in the balls and made
my escape. As it is, I'm giving him a chance to subdue me more, not
because I want it, but because I don't want to hurt him.

"You're right.
He can't. But he's a decent guy, and that's more than I can say for
you." My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I can hear
it in my ears. The situation is so intense. I have no idea what he's
going to do next. Things could get really bad, really quickly.

Lucian pulls away
from me. I expect him to still look lustful, but his gaze has
softened. Instead, he seems a bit defeated. This is a side of him
that I haven't seen before, and I don't know what to make of it.

"You can't see
him anymore. I forbid it." It sounds more like a request than a
demand. I'm not sure if it's meant to turn me on or anger me. It does
neither. Instead, I see a great opportunity to use his words against
him.

A giddy feeling
swirls in my stomach as I stand up on tiptoe to whisper into his ear.
He loosens his grip on my wrists, perhaps expecting that I've given
in to him again. "You don't get to make that decision because I
don't belong to you, Lucian."

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