His eyes assessed me for long moments and I prayed he could tell I hadn’t invited Bill over here. And I certainly hadn’t invited him to touch me.
“I actually need you to help me with something,” Mr. Snowden said casually, but there was definitely a dark undertone to his words. He wasn’t happy.
“Of course.” I turned to Bill who was watching us intently. “Duty calls.”
He nodded curtly. “No problem. But remember what I said. Let’s have lunch next week. My treat.”
Even though there were several inches between me and Mr. Snowden, I felt his body tense as soon as the words were out of Bill’s mouth. Rather than add fuel to the fire, I simply offered a wan smile, then turned to Mr. Snowden. The look I gave him practically pleaded for him to get me out of there.
“If you’ll excuse us,” Mr. Snowden said, his tone polite, but the gleam in his eyes reflected his fury.
I started walking and Mr. Snowden moved in close behind me, his hand on the small of my back.
“Where’re we going?” I asked, keeping my voice down.
“Just keep walking.”
Okay then. He was being awfully cryptic.
And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was quite pissed.
The question was…why?
We stepped out of the bar, then headed down the wide, carpeted hallway that appeared to lead to the hotel’s ballrooms. Before we got to the very end, Mr. Snowden pulled me into a smaller hallway, this one dark.
The next thing I knew, I was up against the wall, Mr. Snowden’s body crowding me before his mouth crushed down on mine.
I moaned, then slid my hands inside his suit jacket and around his waist.
“Don’t ever let me see another man touching you,” he snarled between kisses. “That asshole’s lucky I didn’t kill him.”
Was he jealous? Seriously?
For some reason, that made me feel good.
That or it was the way he practically devoured me, his hand sliding down the back of my thigh, then hooking behind my knee. He ground his cock against me while his tongue plundered my mouth. I moaned, unable to get close enough.
“Do you understand, precious?”
I nodded, unwilling to stop kissing him. “I understand, Mr. Snowden. I will make sure no other men ever touch me. No one but you and Mr. Parker.”
He groaned, an approving sound that had my body lighting up.
Thirty
JUSTIN
THE MOMENT I STEPPED INTO the bar and noticed Bill talking to Addison, I knew what was going down. And the instant I saw my pup making a beeline for them, I realized he was about to stake his claim.
Not that I could blame him. Over the course of the past few weeks, Ben and Addison had spent quite a bit of time together. He had texted me while I was out of town and given me updates. I was slightly disappointed that nothing had happened since our naughty nurse scene, but I was holding out hope. Unfortunately, I knew Ben was holding himself back. Whether it was out of respect for me or solely because he didn’t want to overwhelm Addison, I wasn’t sure.
Regardless of his reasons, they were getting closer, there was no doubt about that. And I was sure that Ben wouldn’t make a scene with Bill, but he was going to need to do something to prove—if only to himself—that Addison belonged to him. Ben was territorial that way.
So, while Ben escorted Addison out of the bar, I made my way over to Bill. He was drinking a beer and glancing around as though Addison would simply reappear and be ready to go…wherever a cheating husband took a woman he picked up at a bar.
“Bill,” I greeted, my tone firm.
His eyes widened as he looked over at me.
“Justin. What a pleasant surprise.”
No, it wasn’t. I could tell by the sound of his voice.
“I noticed you were talking to my secretary,” I stated. There was no point in beating around the bush. I had discreetly warned him off Addison once. Since that didn’t work, I was going to ensure he was clear regarding where I stood on the matter.
“We were just talking. She mentioned going to lunch.”
“She mentioned?” That didn’t sound like Addison at all.
“Well, she said she frequents the sandwich shop. I offered to buy her lunch.”
With my hands in my pockets, I attempted to appear cool and calm. “I informed you that she wasn’t available.”
He smiled, but it came across more as a sneer. “So you said. I figured I could give her the chance to tell me that.”
Lowering my voice so that the entire bar didn’t hear me, I took one step closer. “Bill, you’re a married man with a kid at home. You have no business hitting on any woman. Whether she’s single or not.”
That clearly wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but he was smart enough not to deny it.
