Gypsy king

“And I don’t like repeating myself. You had your warning. Stay out of this.”

“No.” She looked me dead in the eye. “Not until I get the truth.”

My temper spiked and I stood, shoving the chair from out of between my legs so I could lean over the desk with my arms planted wide on its surface. “You want the truth? Here’s the truth. I’ve seen and done things that would give you nightmares. The truth would make your stomach curl. You’d go ru

“Screw you.” She shot out of her seat, leaning in to stand nose to nose so the only thing separating us was the desk. “I’m not backing down.”

“You will.”

“Never.”

The sound of her teeth grinding drew my attention to her lips. The urge to kiss her was stronger than it had ever been with her, or with any other woman for that matter. With the desk between us, I probably wouldn’t get kneed in the nuts.

I leaned in an inch and her breath hitched. When I tore my eyes away from her lips, her gaze was locked on my mouth. Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling underneath her V-neck blouse. My threat to her livelihood hadn’t done a goddamn thing except turn us both on. Was she ever going to back down? Son of a bitch.

I was one second away from saying to hell with it all and smashing my lips on hers when the door behind her flew open. Lane Ryan walked in, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. He took one look at me and his daughter and the smile fell from his face. “Everything okay?”

“Great.” Bryce dropped into her chair, combing a lock of hair behind her ear with her fingers. “Dash and I were just discussing today’s paper.”

I leaned back from the desk and took a deep breath, my cock swollen and painful in my jeans. I turned away from Bryce and her father, taking a moment to let it calm down as I righted the chair I’d shoved away.

Then, I stepped up to Lane and held out my hand. “Good to see you, Lane.”

“You too, Dash.” He shook my hand, giving me the side-eye, no doubt worried about his infuriating daughter.

“I think we’re done here,” Bryce said, standing from her desk and swiping up her laptop. “If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”

We were not done with this conversation, not by a long shot, but until I got my dick under control, there wasn’t anything more to say. “Yeah. Same.”

I nodded to Lane, shot Bryce a glare, then turned and marched out of the Tribune.

Goddamn it. She wasn’t going to back down, no matter how often I threatened her. If anything, my visit had just spurred her on.

Which meant I was going to have to get creative.