This was what she got for trying to lay to rest the doubts that filled her own mind, and to get whatever relationship they had on an equal footing. He was pissed. She could feel that anger vibrating through his body and threatening his control. She didn’t know whether to be frightened or turned on, because she had never seen Casey like this. She had never seen him so angry that his eyes glowed like burning chocolate, backlit with a tobacco flame. She had a glimpse of those eyes as he swung her around at the desk, placed his hands on both sides of her and leaned into her until they were nose to nose. “Do I look like a fucking man whore to you?” he snarled into her face, causing her to flinch with the rage in his voice. “Do I look like someone who would fuck a woman to gain anything other than both their damned pleasure?” His words seemed to pierce a part of her that instantly latched on to the end of his statement. “Their pleasure,” he said. As though it was a lover’s pleasure and satisfaction that caused his own.
