Bestselling author R.L. Mathewson takes on the impossible with the Anger Management series.
Sometimes you have to go through hell to get what you want…
Everyone has something in their past that they’d like to forget, but for Kylie Davis there’s no escaping her past. It followed her everywhere, determined to destroy her, and to make sure that she paid for the one thing that her family could never forgive her for.
The last thing that Hunter O’Mallery needed was an assistant, but thanks to the deal that he never should have made, he has one. As long as she stayed out of way, he’d been more than happy to leave her alone, but now that she’s caught his attention, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She intrigued him, drove him out of his mind, and he’d do anything to save her.
“Now, will that be ribbed for her pleasure, double ecstasy, ultra-thin, ultra-ribbed, or lubricated?” the devious thing that refused to admit defeat calmly asked, as she looked up from the list that he’d given her.
“Double ecstasy,” Hunter bit out, beyond fucking intrigued by the cute little thing nodding absently as she returned her attention to the list that he’d made with the hopes of finally getting a normal reaction from the woman who was proving to be a challenge.
Yesterday, when he’d decided to move their morning meeting an hour early and had her join him for his workout, he’d expected her to balk at the idea, or at the very least, beg for mercy after the first mile so that they could finally come to an understanding, but not Miss Davis. When any other woman would have cried, bitched, or tried to entice him with a sweet smile and a little cleavage, she’d simply redoubled her efforts. Instead of admitting defeat so that he could clear up any misunderstandings that she may be harboring about her job and duties, she’d slapped one of those disturbing smiles on her face, clung to the treadmill, and forced her severely uncoordinated feet to move as she’d tried to discuss the busy work that he was throwing at her to keep her out of his hair for the day.
Everything that he’d thrown at her yesterday she’d accepted with a smile, a nod, and a murmured, “Yes, Mr. O’Mallery,” and if it hadn’t been for that defiant glimmer that he saw in her eyes every time she did it, he would have grown bored and dismissed her as a fucking kiss-ass and moved on. But it was that defiant look that had him once again wondering about her. He’d been around a lot of ass-kissers in his lifetime, men and woman who could make anyone believe that it was their greatest joy in life to be at someone’s beck and call, but Kylie definitely wasn’t one of them. It made him wonder why she’d taken a job where she would be expected to kiss someone’s ass and fucking love it.
So, when she’d shown up bright and early this morning, dragging herself into his gym without waiting for him to summon her, his respect for her had doubled. Without a word, he’d climbed onto his treadmill and started it while she did the same, periodically reaching over to pick her up when her feet gave out as he wondered what he was going to do with her.
“Now, did you need me to contact an escort service as well?”
Beside strangle her that is.
“I don’t need an escort service,” Hunter bit out, narrowing his eyes on the devious little thing that was clearly enjoying herself and truth be told, so was he, probably more than he had in years.
“No, no, of course not,” she murmured, making his lips twitch as she scribbled something on that list he’d created simply because he’d wanted to see what she would do.
“And this personal lubricant, should I look for oil-based? Flavored? Is warming a deciding factor?” Kylie asked, as she continued making notes.
“Surprise me,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair as he watched her.
“Well, if that’s everything then I should probably head to the store before they run out of edible glitter,” Kylie said with that determined look in her eye that told him that this bullshit list of his hadn’t fazed her in the slightest.
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