The Bridal Suite. Sandra MartonЧитать онлайн книгу.
wound her arms around his neck....
“—anything to say?”
Griffin blinked and let go of her hand. “What?”
“For a man who’s always barking orders, you don’t seem to have much to say right now.” Dana glared. “Maybe you think I’m joking about slapping you with a lawsuit for sexual harassment!”
“Look, Anderson, if you want an apology—”
“An apology?” Dana said in a way that made his hackles rise. “You’ve got to be joking. What I want is your neck in the noose of the law,” She shot him a smile that would have bared her fangs, if she’d had any. “And believe me, that’s just what I’m going to do. I am going to sue you for every cent you’ve got, McKenna. And when I’m done, the entire world will know just what a sexist rat fink you are.”
Gorgeous, but nuts, Griffin thought, and folded his arms over his chest.
“Listen here, lady—”
“I am not a lady!”
“Damn right, you aren’t.”
“Don’t twist my words, McKenna! You know what I mean. I am not a lady, I am a human being. A person. And I don’t have to take any nonsense from the likes of you.”
“If you’d just shut up for two minutes, you’d know that I’ve been trying to apologize.”
“For what?”
“For kissing you, that’s for what.”
“It’s too late. You’ve already done it.”
Griffin swore. “Of course, I’ve already done it! How in hell could I apologize if I...” He stopped, counted silently to five, and tried again. “Look, let’s not make a mountain out of a molehill.”
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