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the room with exaggerated formality.
You have absolutely no respect, do you? His voice was stern, but his lips quirked
and his eyes were sparkling with laughter.
Nope, she was utterly unrepentant. Respect is no fun. When Daniel spun her
away from him and then pulled her back in, she cupped one had behind his neck and
tucked one leg over his hip in classic tango fashion. Rattling your cage is fun. She
allowed him to guide her across the room. Seeing your eyes get all hot and sleepy is
fun. He rested his hands on her hips, ready to pounce, but she took over and kept them
dancing. Watching you get all flustered and confused, she gave him an impish smile,
that is soooo hot. She kept dancing, but let him pull her closer, so her belly rubbed over
his engorged cock. And it s fun!
Skipping away from Daniel, she spun Matthew in a circle before hiding behind him.
Daniel was advancing slowly, stalking her, and she was determined not to be caught. Yes,
the sex was amazing, but that was for tonight. Today was for fun.
Darting over to the desk, she grabbed a handful of olives and held them up
threateningly. I m armed and dangerous.
Daniel s incredulous look only spurred her on. She was determined to make him
laugh again. He didn t laugh enough, and she loved the sound of it. As he continued to
move in her direction, she gurgled out a laugh of her own and added, I have olives, she
heard Matthew choking in the corner and shot him a grin. And I m not afraid to use
them.
Daniel was apparently less than impressed with her choice of weapon, and continued
his advance. Cringing back in mock terror, she launched several olives in his direction.
He probably hadn t believed she d really attack, because he didn t immediately duck, and
the first edible missile hit him square in the forehead.
He neatly avoided the rest, and his shocked, disbelieving look convulsed her with
laughter. Hadn t this man ever had a food fight? They d been regular occurrences at her
house, and were some of the fondest memories she had of her father and brother.
Daniel was moving in for the kill now, and she ducked around the desk, grabbing a
branch of grapes along the way. She sent Matt an appealing look, but his expression was
a little too intent to suit her. Like Daniel, he looked like a man with quick and dirty sex
on his mind.
There s no time, she protested, pelting Daniel with grapes. It s almost two; don t
you guys have meetings or something? Daniel sent Matthew a speaking glance, and he
promptly began closing in on her from the opposite direction. She was peppering them
both with flying food, ducking the pellets Matthew sent back in her direction, and looking
for a way to escape when a deep voice sounded from the outer office, and her men froze
in place.
Chapter 13
It s my damn office, and I don t care what my baby brother is doing in there. We re
going in. Marcus faced the gray-haired dragon who d all but thrown herself between
him and the office door. Carrie stood behind him, unsuccessfully smothering her
laughter. He sent her a smoldering look and a murmured, I ll deal with you later, and
her laughter promptly turned into something else.
When he finally pushed his way into his office, he found a tableau right out of a
comic movie. Matthew and a pretty, toffee-haired woman were scurrying around the
office picking up grapes, olives, and other assorted food items from the floor. Daniel
leaned negligently against his desk observing with an amused and indulgent expression
on his face. There was also a pink smudge, one that looked suspiciously like strawberry
juice, on his pearl-gray lapel.
Well, fuck. He d been gone a week and Daniel was sharing with Matthew? While it
was true he had no intention of sharing with his friend again himself, he wasn t sure how
he felt about his little brother stepping in to fill the role.
And what was up with the food on the floor? Studying his brother s woman, he
caught her looking at one of the olives in her hand and sending Matthew a speculative
glance. Matt s exaggerated look of horror brought a smile to Marcus face. One he
quickly erased as he faced his wayward friend and sibling.
Finally he addressed Daniel. Well, hell. I can t believe you let Matty draw you into
his foolishness. He shook his head regretfully. You make a shitty babysitter, Dan.
Daniel raised his eyebrows, and Matt, who was used to Marcus cutting sense of
humor, just grinned. The little brunette, on the other hand, leapt into the fray, defending
her man.
I ll assume you re Marcus. Those chocolaty eyes narrowed on his face and her
hands fisted on her hips. You have a lot of nerve lecturing Matthew and Daniel about
foolishness. They didn t take off with hardly a word and leave you to wonder if they were
alive or dead.
Marcus felt an unwilling twinge of guilt at her observation. Of course Matt had
worried. And he d had the added stress of trying to learn Marcus job in less than a week.
And, God, Meredith must be a basket case. Fuck.
Carrie s soft hand on his arm soothed him, and he gave the spitfire before him a nod
of acknowledgement.
Matty, she emphasized the diminutive and all three men winced, has been
worried sick about you. So has Daniel. And in spite of that, they both stepped up to do
your job. Her glare could have melted steel, let alone a mere man. And, for your
information, Matthew is a man full grown, Matt stood behind her, grinning like a
besotted fool. Marcus could totally relate. He knew he wore the same exact expression
when he looked at Carrie.
He doesn t need a babysitter. She shot a glance at Daniel who was also watching
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