Painted Red

She looked behind her at Cameron as he lifted an arm up to covertly sniff one of his armpits. She turned her nose up a bit and groaned.

“He grew on me, okay? We ended up flirting a little in Dex’s driveway and decided to get a nightcap. One thing led to another and…” She shrugged.

I grinned.

“Hey!” She snapped a finger in my face before poking me in the middle of the forehead. “It’s not true love, Rosie. It was a night of scotch-fueled fucking, nothing more.”

“Okay, if you say so.” I nodded in faux agreement.

“Ugh!” She let out a shriek of displeasure before slamming the door in my face, causing me to laugh.

“I’ll come back for the shoes later then,” I yelled before making my way downstairs, whistling the entire way to the Porsche.

18

Dex

Rosie looked unusually smug when she showed back up at the studio but I couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. Instead of speculating, I chalked it up to the fact that she was just happy with the knowledge that she officially owned my ass. No secrets, hiding, or boundaries. The fact that I knew I owned her just as much, made me smug as fuck too.

After another week of spending time together, fucking, creating, and learning each other, our bliss ended, like all things in our relationship seemed to, with a phone call.

This time it was the warehouse phone that rang, interrupting the small, but intimate lunch we were having on the floor of the studio. Rosie groaned, throwing her head back when she heard the shrill sound of the office phone ringing. The long, slender column of her neck made my mouth water. I had forgone leaving marks on her where others could so easily see, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into her, bruising her sweet flesh with my eager mouth.

“Looks like our break is over.” Rosie stood up from her seated position next to me.

I couldn’t help but stare as her ass, perfectly plump and gorgeously encased in her tight skinny jeans.

I didn’t want her to answer the phone. I wanted her here, writhing in my lap. “Just ignore it.” I reached up to squeeze her ass, she swatted my hand away with a chuckle.

“It could be something important.”

“Doubt it.”

I stood up and followed after her, my eyes focused on the swing of her hips as she walked through the warehouse. Maybe I could convince her to let me have her across the desk once her phone call was over.

Rosie rushed over to the cordless phone before the ringing ceased, answering with her usual pleasantness, “Dex Quinn’s office.”

I fucking loved it when she said my name.

Rosie’s smile immediately dropped as the person on the other end of the line spoke.

“Who is it?” I whispered as her eyes widened slightly.

She didn’t answer, causing me to reach for the phone, she knocked my hand away, shaking her head frantically.

I repeated my question, “Rosie, who is it?”

She cleared her throat before she spoke, her voice small and shaky as she spoke to the person on the other end. “How did you get this number?”

My eyes narrowed, assuming that it was that little bastard, Daniel. I warned him against calling again the first time we spoke and I didn’t take him as the type of man to take me up on my threat.

If it was him, I didn’t want them speaking. I trusted Rosie, of course. I believed her when she said there was nothing between them, but he sounded possessive when he called and I didn’t want him upsetting her.

“Let me see the phone, Rosie. Let me talk to him.”

Rosie placed her hand over the speaker on the bottom of the phone. “Shut up for a minute, Dex,” she hissed out.

I couldn’t help but smile a bit at her aggression. I loved it when she got feisty. I backed off, sitting down in the office chair and waiting for her to finish. I’d get the details when she hung up.