Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage by Qwillia Rain Page A

disgusting?”
    “Nothing,” Mattie snapped, glaring at him and stepping into her office. The door between the reception area and her office closed with a distinct slam.
    Beside him, Dana winced and shook her head. Having been with the company five years and spending the last two manning the desk that led into his and Mattie’s adjoining offices, Dana was familiar with the battle of wills he and his assistant engaged in on occasion.
    Not bothering to acknowledge the slammed door, Bryce glanced at his watch. “It’s almost five, Dana. Why don’t you head on home?” He watched as Dana grinned, her fingers moving swiftly over the phone and powering down her computer.
    “No problem.” Scooping up her purse and coat, she smiled, calling out from the door, “Have a good night.”
    Pushing open the door to Mattie’s office, he took a moment to examine her as she angrily paced the carpet between the tiny sitting area and her desk. The swish of her skirt hem skimmed the top of her knees and the black heels gave her hips a sexy sway. If he hadn’t already set his plans in motion over the weekend, Bryce figured the sight of Lawrence’s round ass draped in midnight blue silk and bent over the lower drawer of his filing cabinets when he came in this morning would have had him rethinking his eight years of hands-off. Just as she had on Saturday, Mattie had dressed to kill…or arouse.
    Despite the anger fueling her pacing, Bryce enjoyed the sight of the black silk stockings, blue skirt, and black blouse she wore. The sensual fabrics caressed her skin, outlining every curve, and tempted him to break his promise of “no intercourse” before she made her final decision. Fighting the urge to strip her and spread her over her desk for a fast, furious fucking, Bryce focused on the subject of her continued mutterings.
    “So, Lawrence, I can assume your tirade about ‘disgusting cavemen’ has something to do with Victor wearing some of your lipstick when he left the office?”
    Rounding on him, her chocolate eyes blazed. One fist propped on her hip and the other flexing angrily at her side, she responded, “I told you he would be trouble.”
    “Are we going to go—”
    “You wouldn’t listen to me,” she growled, striding closer. Spreading her arms wide, Mattie continued, “You liked his résumé and the fact that he came so highly recommended.”
    “Yes, we are.” Bryce didn’t bother to hide his amusement at her dislike of the other man. Ignoring the fact that his own opinion had changed about the attorney, he added, “If we’re going to go through this again, Lawrence, let’s go into my office so there are more walls between us and the rest of the company.”
    Leaving her to follow him or not, Bryce strode into his office. Knowing her as well as he did, he wasn’t surprised when the door thudded shut.
    “Hey, if you have no problem being named in a sexual harassment suit, it’s no skin off my nose,” she snapped, dropping onto the sofa and rubbing at her lips.
    Tossing his suit coat over the back of his chair, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled the sleeves up as he moved to stand over her. Crossing his arms over his chest, he demanded, “Explain.”
    “Just because I made the mistake of going out with him once, he thinks I’m available to scratch any itch he might have.”
    The swagger and cocky attitude of the younger man made more sense now, but the warning he’d given him should work to quell any future poaching efforts. “So that was what you meant by ‘disgusting’?”
    Meeting his eyes, she asked, “Why is it guys think they have to slobber and maul a person as some sort of mating ritual?”
    “I’m assuming you’re talking about Victor.”
    The heat filling her cheeks assured Bryce that Mattie was now remembering the encounter in the sitting room at his home on Saturday.
    “Yes.” She nodded. Shuddering, she added, “With Victor, it was like having an octopus grope me. Slimy