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Suity was probably in his mid-forties with a couple streaks of gray in his dark hair. His tie was halfway undone, hanging loosely around his neck. A couple of buttons were missing from his shirt. He ran a hand through his hair. His gaze was unfocused, and he swayed on his feet.
What the hell had happened to him in there?
And then the reason for his disheveled appearance, walked out as well.
Flash stopped in his tracks. No wonder the guy is wrecked.
She wore a black pair of stiletto heels, thigh highs, a short leather mini skirt, which hugged her curvaceous ass. Her large breasts were barely covered by a red silk blouse, which was undone all the way down to her navel, exposing her black lacy bra.
Damn. She’s an innie.
“I’ll see you next week, Tom.” Her voice was low and throaty. Before Suity could respond, grabbed him by the neck tie, and tugged him down, so she could press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Flash knew he should complete his round, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It’s like he was mesmerized, feet rooted to the spot.
“Yes, ma’am, you will.” With a murmured farewell, Suity stumbled down the hallway.
And then she turned her gaze on him.
The siren had long, black hair, which cascaded around her slim shoulders, a crimson mouth, and she watched him with an arched brow. He couldn’t be sure, but Flash thought she might be silently laughing at him.
She was so magnetic, Flash hadn’t even realized he was standing there gaping at her, like a fool. He promptly closed his mouth and put on his customary stern, I’m a Navy SEAL expression.
The siren took him in, starting at the top of his head, and went all the way down to his boots. Her gaze missed nothing. Flash had never been so boldly assessed by a woman.
“You’re with the new security firm, aren’t you?”
“Do I look like a security guard?”
“Let’s see.” She squinted at him. “Your hair’s clipped short, no beard. You’re fit, muscled, with an air of authority. The clothing is neatly pressed, and I can see my face in your shoes, they’re so shiny.”
Flash was impressed. She read people very well.
“So, am I right?”
Flash didn’t have a submissive bone in his body. He’d like to blame his reply on southern manners, a lifetime of training in deportment and gentility had been drummed into his thick head, along with a healthy a respect for women in particular.
But that wasn’t why he’d called her ma’am. She demanded respect. Everything about her demeanor said bow down before me.
And fuck me if I don’t want to.