Chapter 133
And he wanted it all—now. His phone buzzed. He spun around, grabbing it up. Her name flashed on the screen, and he felt his heart pound in his chest. He swiped it open, reading the message. “I’m busy,” she wrote.
Zane clenched his teeth, his hands curling into fists. She was playing with fire, and she was damn well going to get burned. His fingers flew across the keyboard. “Tonight.”
“Maybe.”
Zane growled. “Now.”
“Tomorrow.”
He slammed the phone down on the desk. She was pushing him. Testing him. But it wouldn’t work. He’d have her again—soon. And next time, it wouldn’t just be for one night. He’d make sure she understood who was in charge. He’d show her the true meaning of desire.
And she’d damn well remember it. He grabbed his phone back up, typing out a response. “I’m
