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“That’s why I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said. “I can’t handle that drama. Been there, done that. Never again.”
Rather than sit behind his desk, he leaned on the arm of his sofa. “I don’t want drama either, but I don’t want you hanging with Tommy.”
Her eyes grew large. “I’m nothangingwith him and when didyouget all possessive? Are you still hung up on that thing that happened months ago?”
“You insisted I protect you,” he ground out. “Let me do my fucking job andprotectyou. I don’t want you getting into someone else’s car. I don’t likenotknowing where you are. You might not take this seriously, but I sure as hell am.”
“He’s in ALPHA,” she murmured. “If we can’t trust the Operatives, who can we trust?”
He exhaled an exasperated grunt. “This is different,” he murmured. “You aren’t an assignment. You’re someone I care about… a lot.”
She nudged his thighs apart and squeezed between his legs. “Cooper and Danielle were going to drive me over, but Tommy stopped by Cooper’s office to see if I’d be his mentor. When he found out I was coming here, he offered to drive me so he could check on Mags.”
“What? Back up. He asked you to be his mentor?”
“Cooper said no, so I didn’t have to. It’s no big deal.”
“His fascination with you has become an obsession.”
She barked out a laugh. “He told me he was dating Mags, now he’s interested in Liliana, from our club. He’s just dating around.” She draped her arms over his shoulders. “I don’t want to waste another second talking about him.” She kissed him, then kissed his cheek before breaking away.
As far as Addison was concerned, it was a closed conversation, but the agitation clung to Hawk like the July humidity hovering outside. Tommy might be dating around, but he was flat-out obsessed with Addison.
Of that, Hawk was certain.
21
MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS
That evening, Hawk was ready to play things Addison’s way, thenhisway.
“I need to change,” she said.
“What’s our scene?”
“I’ll interview to be your assistant.”
“Didn’t you want to be the boss?” he asked, purposefully not touching her. Though she was hard to resist, he’d wait until their scene before he got physical with her.
“I did, but now I’m thinking I’d rather work under you.” She offered a sly smile.
“So, I’m a scumbag,” Hawk said.
“Exactly, but it’s gonna make for some dirty, dirty fun.” She started up the stairs, then turned back. “I don’t want to see you before we play.”
“After my shower, I’ll be in my office,” he said. “When you’re in the living room, text me.”
“That’s perfect.” She hurried up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, his phone buzzed with an incoming text. “Hello, sir. I’m here.”
He couldn’t help but smile. She loved her role playing and he was gonna enjoy the hell out of her for the next few hours. He’d dressed in a black suit, light pink shirt, no underwear. He slipped his bare feet into his loafers, made his way to the living room.
He walked in, and his brain skidded to a halt. She was sitting on his sofa wearing a tight and very short black dress with a front-facing zipper and a plunging V-neck that afforded him a great shot of her pushed-up breasts. On her feet, four-inch sandals. His cock twitched.
He would never, ever make fun of her role playing again.
“Mr. Smith.” He offered his hand.
