around. Go back. Save yourself the horror of publicly sobbing.”
Woodard attempted to stand straighter. “Exactly who are you aside from an annoyance? The last time I checked—which was around five minutes ago—Nyssa was very single.”
He smirked. “Who am I?” Leaning down, Sansone made direct eye contact. “I’m the man who’s going to shove your feet down your throat if you don’t make yourself invisible and quickly.”
“Sunny…” Nyssa warned.
Sansone raised a hand. “No, cara. This figlio di puttana is obviously feeling courageous. Why not show him exactly why he should be anything but?”
“Because that would mean I’d have to sleep alone tonight,” she answered softly, giving him pause.
Woodard’s eyes jerked toward her as Sansone spun around.
Sweetly, she slid her arms through the sleeves of his jacket and wrapped it around herself. “You wouldn’t subject me to that, would you?”
Ire forgotten now, he stared at her. “No, baby. I wouldn’t.” She’d said it out loud. Nyssa had referred to their relationship, and it wasn’t just to burn the bastard near Sansone. No, if it had been, she would’ve been looking directly at Woodard but her eyes were focused solely on him, silently begging.
She held out a hand. “Then take me home.”
“Just please…” Woodard tried again. “I know I should’ve done this a long time ago, and I probably don’t deserve the opportunity to do it now but—”
“I’m giving you to the count of five to play on your reptile-like abilities and slither quietly away,” Sansone interrupted calmly. “One…four…five…” When he turned around Woodard was already backing away, hatred burning in his glare. No matter how brave he may have felt before, he obviously comprehended what true bottled rage sounded like.
Nyssa grabbed Sansone’s hand and nodded toward the valet who’d brought his car around. It was definitely time to leave.
Chapter Eight
“Well, well, don’t the two of you look mighty rested and happy?”
Nyssa’s lips twitched at the accusatory tone as she approached Alana’s desk on slightly shaky legs. “I know I look rested and happy but—”
“Nyssa?”
She glanced up from reaching for her mail.
Alana’s brow flicked upwards. “The third button on your blouse is open, and I’m pretty sure what I’m seeing constitutes sexual harassment in the workplace. Because I’m gracious, I won’t sue, I’ll just quietly ask why you have so many bite marks and if you need me to call someone for help?”
Shit! The night before, Sansone had kept her up for hours on end after returning home from Noel’s event, making her come until she was hoarse and very close to placid. Rolling out of bed this morning had been the hardest of struggles. As was getting back to her place and putting herself together for work. What made it so hard? A large, persistent, bilingual bastard!
She swallowed and finally answered, “You mention this ever again and I put your desk next to sweaty Dave’s. Got it?”
Her secretary looked thoroughly amused as she cast a quick glance toward Sansone, who was unlocking his office door. “Guess this means I won the pool.”
Nyssa blinked. “There was a pool?
“Unh-hunh.”
“On Sunny and I?”
“Unh-hunh.”
“Between who exactly?”
Holding up a hand, Alana ticked off all the participants. “Mr. Wayne, the interns, the legal department, the mail carrier, the delivery guy who brings lunch, me and—”
“Stop,” Nyssa interrupted before saying, “You’re all fired.”
The younger woman began to laugh. “You love us.”
“I tolerate you. Tolerate.” She pointed at Alana. “Stop laughing. Stop it right now, dammit. I’m putting you out.”
Alana smirked as she sat back. “You get rid of me and you get rid of the one who knows how to properly intimidate those who irritate you.”
“ You irritate me.”
“I also make sure your iron fist falls like a war hammer before giving you
Woodard attempted to stand straighter. “Exactly who are you aside from an annoyance? The last time I checked—which was around five minutes ago—Nyssa was very single.”
He smirked. “Who am I?” Leaning down, Sansone made direct eye contact. “I’m the man who’s going to shove your feet down your throat if you don’t make yourself invisible and quickly.”
“Sunny…” Nyssa warned.
Sansone raised a hand. “No, cara. This figlio di puttana is obviously feeling courageous. Why not show him exactly why he should be anything but?”
“Because that would mean I’d have to sleep alone tonight,” she answered softly, giving him pause.
Woodard’s eyes jerked toward her as Sansone spun around.
Sweetly, she slid her arms through the sleeves of his jacket and wrapped it around herself. “You wouldn’t subject me to that, would you?”
Ire forgotten now, he stared at her. “No, baby. I wouldn’t.” She’d said it out loud. Nyssa had referred to their relationship, and it wasn’t just to burn the bastard near Sansone. No, if it had been, she would’ve been looking directly at Woodard but her eyes were focused solely on him, silently begging.
She held out a hand. “Then take me home.”
“Just please…” Woodard tried again. “I know I should’ve done this a long time ago, and I probably don’t deserve the opportunity to do it now but—”
“I’m giving you to the count of five to play on your reptile-like abilities and slither quietly away,” Sansone interrupted calmly. “One…four…five…” When he turned around Woodard was already backing away, hatred burning in his glare. No matter how brave he may have felt before, he obviously comprehended what true bottled rage sounded like.
Nyssa grabbed Sansone’s hand and nodded toward the valet who’d brought his car around. It was definitely time to leave.
Chapter Eight
“Well, well, don’t the two of you look mighty rested and happy?”
Nyssa’s lips twitched at the accusatory tone as she approached Alana’s desk on slightly shaky legs. “I know I look rested and happy but—”
“Nyssa?”
She glanced up from reaching for her mail.
Alana’s brow flicked upwards. “The third button on your blouse is open, and I’m pretty sure what I’m seeing constitutes sexual harassment in the workplace. Because I’m gracious, I won’t sue, I’ll just quietly ask why you have so many bite marks and if you need me to call someone for help?”
Shit! The night before, Sansone had kept her up for hours on end after returning home from Noel’s event, making her come until she was hoarse and very close to placid. Rolling out of bed this morning had been the hardest of struggles. As was getting back to her place and putting herself together for work. What made it so hard? A large, persistent, bilingual bastard!
She swallowed and finally answered, “You mention this ever again and I put your desk next to sweaty Dave’s. Got it?”
Her secretary looked thoroughly amused as she cast a quick glance toward Sansone, who was unlocking his office door. “Guess this means I won the pool.”
Nyssa blinked. “There was a pool?
“Unh-hunh.”
“On Sunny and I?”
“Unh-hunh.”
“Between who exactly?”
Holding up a hand, Alana ticked off all the participants. “Mr. Wayne, the interns, the legal department, the mail carrier, the delivery guy who brings lunch, me and—”
“Stop,” Nyssa interrupted before saying, “You’re all fired.”
The younger woman began to laugh. “You love us.”
“I tolerate you. Tolerate.” She pointed at Alana. “Stop laughing. Stop it right now, dammit. I’m putting you out.”
Alana smirked as she sat back. “You get rid of me and you get rid of the one who knows how to properly intimidate those who irritate you.”
“ You irritate me.”
“I also make sure your iron fist falls like a war hammer before giving you
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