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Chapter Six

CAMILA

I tap my fingers on my thigh as I watch the door behind Mr. Justice’s reception desk. The older woman sits, filing her perfect nails and chewing gum so loudly that I want to scream.

I glance yet again at the clock on the wall and bite the inside of my cheek. I’ll give this asshole five more minutes. That’s as gracious as I’m willing to be after sitting with her for over an hour.

A loud bang comes from the other side of the door, followed by an unmistakable feminine giggle.

Are you fucking serious?

I stand, fix my skirt, and glance at his receptionist. Fuck it, I can take the old broad. I march towards the door as she tries to rush and grab me.

“You can’t go in.” She warns as I make for the door.

“I’m tired of waiting. It’s been over an hour.” I answer as I make my way around her desk.

“You can’t go in there!” She yells as I turn the knob and swing the door open hard enough to make it slam against the wall.

“Watch me,” I mutter.

“Excuse me, Mr. Justice, we had an appointment…” I step into the office and stop dead in my tracks.

“I’m sorry, Red! She wouldn’t wait.” His receptionist apologizes behind me as I stare at the cowboy that’s been the biggest pain in my ass all week.

He’s got some girl bent over his desk and a condom pinned between his teeth.

“It’s fine, Jean. I was done here.” He let the packet fall to the desk and zips up his jeans before fixing the woman’s dress and slapping her ass.

“Thanks, Sugar.” He talks to her but is staring at me.

“You,” I whisper like a curse.

Why is it him?

“Will I see you later?” The woman turns around to address Red and tries to kiss him, but he gently pushes her away.

“Of course, you’ll see me around.” He placates her with a peck on her forehead.

“Want me to fix you dinner tonight?” Even I can hear the desperation in her voice.

Girlfriend finds some self-esteem.

“No, you can leave now. As you can see, I have an appointment.” He turns to her for a spilt second to grin and give her a wink.

Jerk.

I stand there stunned at the realization that I’ve been waiting over an hour for our appointment so that he could get his rocks off. And if the bulge in his jeans is any indication, he couldn’t even manage to get the job done.

I’ll have to examine why that gives me such sick satisfaction later.

The door closes behind me, and I curse myself for not noticing that the other woman has left, and I’m now standing alone with this insufferable man while staring at his dick.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Do you always use business hours to break women’s hearts, or am I just lucky?” I break the silence, filling the room around us.

“Lady, I have no idea who you even are, so don’t think you’re unique. Now, how can I help you?” Is he for real?

I throw my card on his table and tap it. He frowns and then looks me up and down like it’s the first time he’s really seeing me for who I am, and the look in his eyes changes.

He offers me his hand, but there is no warmth or niceness in the action.

“Don’t you want to clean up first?” I back away without shaking it and try not to turn my nose up at him, but I must fail cause he grunts and crosses his arms.

Fine by me. This version of him I know and can handle.

“No.” That’s it.

Just no? Like he wasn’t in the middle of trying to get himself off with a woman in here five minutes ago?

“I will not conduct business with you in these conditions.” This entire room probably needs to be sterilized.

“Good, don’t let the door hit you in the ass.” Wait, what?

No way in hell is this asshole going to dismiss me like he did that poor woman moments ago.

“Fuck you,” I hiss at him.

“Not for all the Chanel No5 in New York City, lady. Bye now.” He takes his seat and starts doing something on his computer like the whole conversation we just had didn’t happen or even matter.

“Mr. Justice, you cannot will this business venture away. It’s in your best interest to hear what I have to say before it goes in front of a judge.

You’d be a fool not to have this meeting.

” I take the check with the amount I was authorized to offer him for his property and place it on his desk, careful not to make contact with it.

I tap it once and pull my hand back.

“That amount will be cut in half, plus you’ll incur all the attorney fees if we go to court. You have a great day.” I turn to exit his office when his voice stops me.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” I turn with an arched eyebrow.

“Why would I do that?” He picks up the check and, without even glancing at the number, places it in the shedder.

We both watch as the sound of the paper worth a couple of million gets destroyed.

“We have unfinished business, and I think we both can admit that we need to deal with whatever the fuck this is between us.” I turn to face him fully.

“There’s nothing between us.” He snorts and stands.

I watch in both fascination and horror as he stops with less than two inches of space between us.

I know he wants me to back up so he can trap me against the door, but I refuse to take his bait. So I stand my ground, and in my heels, I can meet him eye to eye. I narrow mine at the look I see in his. That confident, lustful look that he wore when we met is back, and my heart flips.

Nope, not going there. We have a boyfriend at home.

“Mr. Justice -” He lets out a sound that can only be described as a growl.

“Call me Red.” I shake my head.

“I will not.” His hand touches my hair and twirls it around his fingers.

“This is inappropriate. I’m dating someone.” My voice doesn’t come out as firm as I intended.

“I date all the time.” I roll my eyes.

“You fuck, that’s not dating.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I regret them.

His head lifts to look into my eyes, searching for God knows what, but if the grin on his face is any indication, he fucking found it.

Shit.

“I’m surprised a woman like you even knows what fucking is. You look and act like a pillow princess.” This son of a bitch knows nothing about me.

I shove him away, and he stumbles, catching himself before he lands on his ass.

“Keep your fucking distance and your hands to yourself. I am here on business and nothing else. Got it?” The shock on his face is priceless.

“Yes, ma’am.” He fixes his shirt and backs away from me.

“Good. I’ll see you at seven.” I turn and open the door.

What the fuck are you doing, Camila?

“Seven?” He must be wondering the same thing I am.

“Dinner, Mr. Justice. We still need to discuss the future of your ranch. Unless you really want to lose millions. If that is the case, then I’ll be leaving tonight.

Your choice.” I say all of this without turning because my traitorous hormones want this man like I’ve never wanted another in my life.

Not even Ryan and that’s a big fucking problem.

“Fine, I’ll pick you up.” I started to tell him where I was staying, but he stopped me.

“I know where Cami.” My heart stops.

The sound of my name rolling off his tongue makes me think of everything else that part of him can do.

And more…FUCK.

“Oh, and Cami?” I turn to look over my shoulder at him.

“Leave your panties. You won’t need them.” I slam the door closed behind me, but it doesn’t stop me from hearing his laughter.

“Have a nice day now.” The receptionist says way too fucking cheerfully for my liking.

When I get to my rental car, I want to hit my head against the steering wheel. As I start the car, I call Evelyn.

“Are you on your way home?” I sigh and let my head fall back.

“Eve, I’m in fucking trouble.” She laughs at my tone.

“You want to ride a cowboy, don’t you?”

I’m afraid to answer that question. Cause we both know it’s a fuck yes.

“What am I supposed to do?” I am on the verge of a whole-ass panic attack.

“Buy a pair of boots and a hat and work out your thighs?” I swear my best friend is the best in the world.

But that advice might just get me to dumped.

Or worse, fired.