Perfectly Toxic (Sterling Shore 9)

She mocks an exaggerated pout, and I lean down, taking those lips with mine, and kissing her in a way that has my dick punching my zipper as punishment. Cursing, I pull back, and she sighs heavily.

“Fine. Call me while you’re gone. Maybe I’ll actually send you something dirty this time.”

My eyebrows go up, and she winks while stepping back. “Go be Mr. Corporate, Ethan Noles. And send me a picture of you in a suit. It’s a good look on you.”

My lips twitch, and I slap her ass as she walks away. She fakes an indignant gasp as I reluctantly head out the door, wondering when the day will come that I’m actually finished being Mr. Corporate.

Chapter 26

BELLA

“I’m not pulling another double. I’ll stay over an extra three hours, but that’s

it, and you seriously can’t make me,” I tell Lisa as she walks ahead of me.

They really have too many people who have control of the scheduling. “Sorry, but that’s how it is, Bella,” she says without an ounce of sympathy.

Her frigid ass isn’t working doubles. She’s sticking with her typical eight hours a day and going home.

“Bullshit.”

She turns, giving me an icy smile. “You could always call Corbin Sterling again. See if he’ll intervene on your behalf. But rumor has it that he’s on the outs with his father, so he may not carry as much weight here as he used to.”

My retort dies on my tongue, because I’m so sick of that being thrown in my face. They had no right to fire me. Corbin just righted a damn wrong. And this is my punishment.

She struts away like she’s made some incredible statement, and I flip her off behind her back, because I’m immature like that. I also don’t feel like getting fired. Again.

Deciding to take an early break, since I’m working another double to cover for everyone who is out with a virus, I head to the lockers and check my phone. A small smile tugs at my lips when I see a message from Ethan.

ASSHOLE: Still waiting on that picture… It’ll need to be extra dirty to make up for the fact I’ve been here for four days without one.

Yeah, and in that four days he’s been too busy to hardly even message me. He wasn’t kidding about putting in a lot of hours when he works. But he also says he’s working late because he wants to hurry home.

ME: You could always send me a picture of you in your suit. I’m still waiting on that. As for the dirty pic, it’ll have to be a night when I feel like getting sexy, and that won’t be tonight. Back to back doubles for this tired girl.

I read that a few times to make sure no wild typos are in it. He seems to love calling me out on that—something everyone else loves to do too.

ASSHOLE: At this point, I’d take a scrub picture with your messy hair tossed up on top of your head.

Glancing around, I make sure he isn’t really in here somewhere, because he just accurately described me. Disappointed that I don’t see him, I contemplate changing his name in my phone.

ASSHOLE: Well, I’ll send a suit pick later. I’m currently done pissing, and I have to get back to work.

ME: You sent me a text while pissing?? Ewww!

ASSHOLE: You’ll have that pisser in your mouth soon when I’m fisting your hair and fucking your face, so don’t get too grossed out. And yes, that’s all the time I have.

Never mind. His current name will stay in place.

Rolling my eyes, I put my phone away, and get back to the grueling night. Absolutely nothing interesting happens, but I do get puked on. Twice.

Damn virus.

Maverick shows up just as I’m about to leave.

“What are you doing here?” I groan as he walks closer.

“I was in the neighborhood, and saw your car. I need a wingman, and no men want to do it, so I’m taking you instead.”