Episode 6 JA Coffey
“Bastion! Where the hell are you?” A muffled female voice hollered from the hall.
“Hey…ooof!” Betty Lou gasped as the door rattled and burst open, thrusting her curvaceous body into his arms with such force they both lost their balance for a moment.
At least, he told himself it was the force of her trajectory and not the fact that he’d been imagining her in his arms every night for the past six months. Every night since he’d buried himself inside a body, heart and soul made for loving. As Betty Lou’s softly rounded curves made contact with his chest, a wave of arousal shuddered through his body, almost drowning out the furious shriek from the now open doorway where his ex-lover seethed.
“In here,” he said calmly. His arms tightened a fraction around Betty Lou as if he could protect her from Carina’s ire.
Under the cheap office fluorescent lights, his ex-lover glared at him, her hands splayed over her hips. One toe of her stiletto tapped the gray commercial carpet as if she could jackhammer through to the concrete underlayment of this one-horse town. He almost wished she could. That he and Betty Lou could slip away unnoticed and he could whisk her away and finish what they’d started the night of the wedding.
Carina’s eyes cut from Holt to the beautiful blonde in his arms and back, and her lips compressed. Just over her shoulder, an unfamiliar man with light green eyes hovered, his sardonic face masking a smile. “When you’re finished playing ‘casting couch’, I think there’s something you should hear.”
“No one is playing anything in here.” Betty Lou turned, but stayed within the circle of his arms, he noted.
Carina raised an elegant brow. “Could’ve fooled me.” There was an edge to her voice so sharp; Holt was surprised to find he wasn’t bleeding. Jeez, they’d spent one night together. Why was the woman acting like a possessive cat in heat?
Betty Lou tugged the strap of her tank top into place and edged out of his arms, her chin raised. “Actually, I was just about to leave.”
“Give it a rest, Carina. No one is going anywhere.” His fingers itched to touch Betty Lou, to draw her back into his arms. Instead, he straightened his tie. The office was unaccountably hot. “What seems to be the problem?”
“The problem, Bastion, is that you are no longer the owner of your own company,” Carina spat. Her dark eyes flashed as she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “This guy says he owns all of us.” Holt’s fists clenched. The man in the hall was more than smirking, now. He waved some very official looking papers in the stifling office building.
“I’m afraid so. Sorry.” The man didn’t appear the least bit afraid or sorry. His pale eyes offered a challenge, one that Holt was all too ready to accept.
“You’re going to be if you think you can take me.” A muscle in Holt’s jaw twitched.
The buzzing of the fluorescent lights droned like summer wasps overhead. No way in hell was Holt Bastion going down in this backwoods nowhere Texas town. Not here, not now, and sure-as-shit not in front of Betty Lou.
Not if he had anything to say about it.
To be continued…