Free Trust Game by Scarlet Wolfe Page A

the line asking about her, but thank you.”
    “We’re good, Kyle.”
     
    ***
    I’m ti dying up my desk, thinking about the interviews I lined up for Monday. We’re in dire need for another person, so I talked Sarge into letting me have a staffing agency send people over.
    I’ve never conducted an interview, but I’m looking forward to gaining the experience. My stomach is queasy, and I’m jittery, aware that Everett will be marching in here at any moment, making demands. He can forget it. I’m regaining control and putting some distance between us. No man has ever affected me to this magnitude.
    Each time he shuts my door and leans against it, his flexed arms behind him, fingers on the lock, I feel the instant ache at the apex of my thighs.
    He waits for the perfect moment to pounce, and my wall is crumbling. But I must keep fighting him, at least at work, and here he goes again.
    “What are you doing this weekend? ” he asks.
    “Please open my door.”
    “Everyone back here is gone for the day.”
    “I have plans, ” I say.
    He strolls toward me, his gaze calculating.
    “I told you I was getting a taste tonight .”
    “ I’m busy. I’ll spend next weekend with you if you’d like.” I stand, knowing he’s going to grab me if I don’t.
    “O ur time is ticking, and I’m getting as much of it as possible before you end this.”
    I drape my arms over his shoulders, and his han ds slide right around my waist. “OK, Monday,” I say. He yanks me against him, giving me a passionate kiss.
    A hand slides over my ass and grabs hold. He’s trying to make this difficult for me, and it is as he proceeds to move to my neck, spreading wet warmth up it.
    “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. I’ll see you Monday.”
    He groans and lets me go. “Call me if you change your mind. I have to get out of here before I bend you over this desk.”
     
    ***
    “You turned him down to have dinner and drinks with me?” Becca asks. Her bright green eyes are accusatory, like I’ve lost my mind.
    “Yes. I just met him, and he’s already acting possessive.”
    “Oh, that is hot. Now, controlling is a different story, but possessive I could work with.” She grins at me. “You’re not getting rid of him in sixty-days.”
    “It’s less than that, and I’m beginning to wonder myself.” I glance around Buffalo W ild Wings and notice it’s becoming crowded. “It’s getting close to my bedtime.”
    “Seriously? It’ s eight o’clock.”
    “Y ou only drag me here for guys and sports.”
    “You got it. Look at all these television s on the walls and all the fine males watching them.” My sister searches the room, and I watch her smile at a couple of men.
    “I don’t believe it.” I grab Becca’s arm. “OK, listen, another guy at work asked about you, and he just came in the door.” She tries to turn, so I squeeze her arm tighter. “Don’t look at him. I’ll casually get his attention.”
    “When were you going to tell me?”
    “Tonight. Did Travis take your number?”
    “No, you interrupted .”
    “ Kyle,” I call out as he walks by.
    “Reese, hi.” I watch his eyes go straight to Becca’s. She’s giving her flirty smile. Oh, good, she must think he’s cute.
    “ Kyle, this is my sister, Becca. Becs, this is Kyle. We work together.” She sticks her hand out and shakes his.
    “Nice to meet you, Becca.”
    “Do you want to join us?” she asks him.
    “Uh, Reese might be sick of seeing me this week,” he replies, glancing to me.
    “She doesn’t care. Right, sis?”
    “I don’t mind at all.”
    “Alright, what are you two drinking, and I’ll grab you another?”
    After Kyle walks away, I wait for the earful.
    “Geez, how many gorgeous guys work at that place?”
    “I told you,” I answer with a giggle.
    “Oh, man, I don’t know who’s hotter, Kyle or Travis.”
    “Why don’t you try to get to know them? You can’t go off of their looks alone.”
    Becca and I