school, what’s the plan?” Asher flashed his crazy white teeth, pumped his eyebrows up and down then fell slumping down on the sofa with both hands locked behind his head.
“Don’t look at me. I’ve got work to do. First of the month, time to count the eggs or make the donuts or whatever I’m suppose to do.” Victoria went back to the safety of her computer screen, her panic taking a rest and allowing her lungs to fill completely with a cleansing breath.
Asher brought a blissful break to the palpable tension in the depressing office.
“Well? What’s the plan?” Asher prodded.
Cameron rocked back on his heels, cocked his head to the side, and lost his battle not to smile at his younger brother.
“I’ve gotta meet Reggie over at Tyson’s.”
“No shit? Tyson’s took you back? Thought he said he wouldn’t train you unless you were exclusive?”
“Yup. That’s the deal.”
“Fuck, Cam. Dad’s gonna shit a brick. You’re not going to train here at all?”
“Nope. It’s time man. Me and Dad — “, Cameron gave her a glance, Victoria’s eyes shot back to her screen. “Yeah, I’ll be around, but I’m not training here. I gotta move on.”
Cameron saw her roll her eyes and the sound of her condescending ‘psssfftt’ sound drew Asher’s eyes too.
Cameron wanted to reach over and give her what he knew she needed, right here in the office over his knee. It was all he could do to keep his cock in check just knowing she was this close. The thought of her naked ass bent over his lap with his hand playing her for the first time had a knife blade at his throat.
Oxygen was suddenly scarce, and apparently he also lost his hearing because Asher was moving his lips, but Cameron had no idea what he was saying.
“What?”
“Jesus.” Asher joined Victoria in the eye roll.
Cameron felt the heat rising up from his gut, both of them were pushing every damn button he had right now. “DO. YOU. WANT. TO. WATCH. ME. FIGHT. LATER?”
Another bright white flash behind Asher’s lips, and Cameron took a breath.
“Sure, what time? I’m done at Tyson’s around 4:30.”
“I’m working until 3, then a quick workout, then sparing. Be back here by 5:30. I’m gonna knock him out!” Asher popped up and danced around in his best Mohammad Ali tiptoe imitation until he took a mis-step and knocked into the lamp on the corner of Victoria’s desk.
“Sure. I’ll be here.” Cameron smiled, his brother always managed to dislodge the curmudgeon in him.
He gave Victoria another long, slow look before Asher ushered him out the door.
Just as he pulled his eyes away, she wiggled her hips in her chair, licked her lips and let out a deep breath. It was in there, Cameron just needed to find a way to bring it out.
Walking through the busy gym floor, Cameron met with extended hands and restrained head nods. He commanded respect and hatred in equal measure from the sweat stained faces that filled the gym with grunts and smacks of fists.
He’d fought plenty of them, both in the ring and out, but he was far from a friend to any. Most of them watched Victoria as she moved through their world, sniffed around like Pavlov’s dogs looking for their next meal. That made them all adversaries; enemies that only needed to put one toe over the imaginary line and invoke his wrath.
Luckily, the years instilled an unspoken rule of law that anyone who broke the code of conduct with her; they had a price on their head. Cameron was the bounty hunter that always collected on that debt.
Asher walked in front of Cameron like the damn Grand Marshal of the Mardi gras parade.
Cameron stood several inches above most of the other men that banged away at the bags and faces of their sparing partners.
Since he left for Colorado, he put on a good 15 pounds of hard, lean muscle. The change not unnoticed as his faded blue hoodie hung open, a white t-shirt tight enough to show off the square angles of each valley around his pectoral muscles.
“Don’t look at me. I’ve got work to do. First of the month, time to count the eggs or make the donuts or whatever I’m suppose to do.” Victoria went back to the safety of her computer screen, her panic taking a rest and allowing her lungs to fill completely with a cleansing breath.
Asher brought a blissful break to the palpable tension in the depressing office.
“Well? What’s the plan?” Asher prodded.
Cameron rocked back on his heels, cocked his head to the side, and lost his battle not to smile at his younger brother.
“I’ve gotta meet Reggie over at Tyson’s.”
“No shit? Tyson’s took you back? Thought he said he wouldn’t train you unless you were exclusive?”
“Yup. That’s the deal.”
“Fuck, Cam. Dad’s gonna shit a brick. You’re not going to train here at all?”
“Nope. It’s time man. Me and Dad — “, Cameron gave her a glance, Victoria’s eyes shot back to her screen. “Yeah, I’ll be around, but I’m not training here. I gotta move on.”
Cameron saw her roll her eyes and the sound of her condescending ‘psssfftt’ sound drew Asher’s eyes too.
Cameron wanted to reach over and give her what he knew she needed, right here in the office over his knee. It was all he could do to keep his cock in check just knowing she was this close. The thought of her naked ass bent over his lap with his hand playing her for the first time had a knife blade at his throat.
Oxygen was suddenly scarce, and apparently he also lost his hearing because Asher was moving his lips, but Cameron had no idea what he was saying.
“What?”
“Jesus.” Asher joined Victoria in the eye roll.
Cameron felt the heat rising up from his gut, both of them were pushing every damn button he had right now. “DO. YOU. WANT. TO. WATCH. ME. FIGHT. LATER?”
Another bright white flash behind Asher’s lips, and Cameron took a breath.
“Sure, what time? I’m done at Tyson’s around 4:30.”
“I’m working until 3, then a quick workout, then sparing. Be back here by 5:30. I’m gonna knock him out!” Asher popped up and danced around in his best Mohammad Ali tiptoe imitation until he took a mis-step and knocked into the lamp on the corner of Victoria’s desk.
“Sure. I’ll be here.” Cameron smiled, his brother always managed to dislodge the curmudgeon in him.
He gave Victoria another long, slow look before Asher ushered him out the door.
Just as he pulled his eyes away, she wiggled her hips in her chair, licked her lips and let out a deep breath. It was in there, Cameron just needed to find a way to bring it out.
Walking through the busy gym floor, Cameron met with extended hands and restrained head nods. He commanded respect and hatred in equal measure from the sweat stained faces that filled the gym with grunts and smacks of fists.
He’d fought plenty of them, both in the ring and out, but he was far from a friend to any. Most of them watched Victoria as she moved through their world, sniffed around like Pavlov’s dogs looking for their next meal. That made them all adversaries; enemies that only needed to put one toe over the imaginary line and invoke his wrath.
Luckily, the years instilled an unspoken rule of law that anyone who broke the code of conduct with her; they had a price on their head. Cameron was the bounty hunter that always collected on that debt.
Asher walked in front of Cameron like the damn Grand Marshal of the Mardi gras parade.
Cameron stood several inches above most of the other men that banged away at the bags and faces of their sparing partners.
Since he left for Colorado, he put on a good 15 pounds of hard, lean muscle. The change not unnoticed as his faded blue hoodie hung open, a white t-shirt tight enough to show off the square angles of each valley around his pectoral muscles.
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