Free Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security Series) (Volume 13) by Katie Reus Page A

Abram was worried about him getting hurt. That woman might have an ulterior motive, for all he knew. It didn’t matter that Viktor was his older brother—Abram wouldn’t let anyone hurt him. Viktor had gone through enough over the years.
    “Oh my God, I want to smack you. ‘Do not go out with her, Viktor,’ ‘She is not the type of woman for you,’ ‘She just wants to hurt you.’” She repeated some of the things he’d said to his brother, her impression of him mocking.
    He blinked. “Is that supposed to be me?”
    “It’s what you sound like. Why don’t you want your brother to be happy? I’ve heard you say the same kinds of things to him before!” She stomped a heel, as if she was going to advance on him. Which he found insanely hot. “What kind of woman do you think is right for him? Because I did a little research and before you get on your high horse, just don’t . I know you have files on tons of people,” she continued before he could respond, and there was nothing to say anyway because it was true. “I knew she looked familiar so I made a call to a friend at Red Stone.”
    He blinked again. “You did?”
    “Of course I did. You’re my guys. I look out for both of you.” Before he could fully digest what she’d said, she continued, her rage against him clearly building. “She’s a freaking exemplary employee over there and a model citizen. They wouldn’t have hired her if she wasn’t. So what’s wrong with her? And why do you always tell your brother that a certain type of woman isn’t right for him? Do you mean women who aren’t escorts? Because that’s pretty shitty, Abram! He deserves more than an escort.”
    His gaze narrowed. “You know about that?”
    She rolled her eyes again, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Of course I know. I did my own research on both of you before I even applied here for a job. I’m not an idiot.” She poked him in the chest with a fingertip. “And I like him. He’s such a sweet man. Do you just not want your brother to be happy? Because I simply can’t believe you’d be that mean.”
    He wrapped his hand around the finger she’d shoved in his chest and invaded her personal space. The urge to kiss her, to touch her, was overwhelming. The woman was an addiction and he’d never even tasted her. He backed her up until she was against the door. All he wanted to do was take her right up against it, to shove her skirt up and sink deep inside her. “Of course I want him to be happy. I just worry he’ll get his heart broken. He’s… It doesn’t fucking matter. He’s my brother. I get to worry about him! And it’s none of your business.” And he could not make himself let go of her hand.
    “Fine. If it’s not my business, then this conversation is over!”
    “It’s not over!” It could never be over with her. He was pretty sure she literally just meant the conversation, but something about her tone made him panic, as if she meant they were over. Even if there was no ‘they.’
    She gave a half push against his chest. “It is over. And I’m not coming into work tomorrow. I’m taking a day off because if I have—”
    Hell no. He wasn’t letting her leave, wasn’t letting her not come in tomorrow. Seeing her was the best part of his day. Even arguing with her was better than anything else. Feeling absolutely possessed, he crushed his mouth over hers. To his utter fucking surprise she leaned into him immediately, moaning into his mouth as her fingers dug into his shoulders. He plunged a hand into her short hair, cupping the back of her head in a tight grip. He’d wanted to taste her for so long and now he didn’t want to let Lucy go.
    Ever.
    This woman owned him, had from practically the moment they’d hired her. It didn’t matter that this was wrong on multiple levels. He couldn’t get enough of her and now that he knew she wanted him back…
    No, no, no. She should be shoving him back, telling him that he was an asshole and