Disciplining the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 5 by Tina Donahue Read Free Book Online Page A

and I talked. I practically begged you to understand the situation. So how could you?”
    “How is this my fault? You told me to hug and kiss her, which I did, just as you said.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “I told you to kiss her cheek, not shove your tongue halfway down her throat.”
    Seriously? He didn’t recall the cheek part, just the kissing.
    She snapped her fingers close to his face.
    He leaned back. “What are you doing?”
    “Trying to get rid of your lewd grin.”
    He’d been smiling?
    Becca scowled. “When did I tell you to hurt Wynona’s feelings by saying the only reason you kissed her was because I told you to?”
    “Never. But in my defense, she did ask.”
    “You couldn’t finesse your answer a little?”
    “I was caught up in the moment.”
    “Yeah, I heard. You guys were spinning like a top with her legs around you and your hands on her butt.”
    Heat rushed to his face. “She would have fallen if I hadn’t held on to her. She could have gotten hurt.”
    “She was hurt. By you.” Becca poked his chest. “Now she’s not talking to any of us, especially me. She thinks I set this up so you could make a fool of her.”
    “What? No. I’d never. I like her.” Too damn much. Hadn’t he proved that with his outrageous kiss?
    Becca stood. “You have a funny way of showing your feelings for a woman. For the next few days, keep your distance. I’ll have Zoe provide you with a report of what Wynona does during her shifts. You’re not to approach her in any way, shape, or form. I don’t care what your orders are from on high. This is my turf, and you’ll abide by my rules while you’re here.” She backed way. “I have enough trouble running this place without you adding to my problems or making one of my friends feel bad.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Save your apologies for Wynona, if she ever talks to you again.”

Chapter Four
    During the following weeks, she was a stone-cold reaper and got icier with each passing day. Screw being nice and having friends. To hell with hugs and kisses. Wynona had lived without that stuff for eons. She’d manage to get through her time here no matter what anyone did.
    Suddenly, the staff members were born-again sweethearts, no longer diving into treatment rooms to avoid her as they had in the past. Locks weren’t thrown, gazes weren’t averted. If they smiled any harder, their damn faces would crack.
    She ignored them and kept her peace, waiting for the day when she could reap at will without anyone, especially Rafael, haunting her every move.
    He didn’t speak to or dare touch her. However, he was always nearby, in the halls, by Becca’s office, in the reception area and the break room. No matter how hard Wynona resisted, she kept catching his celestial scent. A whiff of pure wonder mingled with sheer bliss and utter male.
    Each time she smelled him, her legs wobbled. One time, she had to sag against the wall to keep on her feet, but she pulled herself together and moved on, glad he’d made himself scarce. The few times she caught glimpses of him, she hurried away and drove his image from her mind. That long, dark hair, exquisite eyes, full mouth, bristly cheeks, broad shoulders, sculpted abs, the precious bulge between his powerful thighs.
    Okay, so she had to work on making him history.
    As far as the staff was concerned, she drew them more easily than a corpse attracts flies. Whenever she was with a client, there always seemed to be an audience, watching closely, cheering her on.
    Waiting for her to fuck up?
    She guessed Zoe or Stefin reported her every move to Rafael.
    Maybe it was time to give her PO something shocking to hear or read. After holding back for too long, Wynona was ready to cut loose tonight.
    She marched to the reception area. Lights flickered, dogs howled, wind rattled windows.
    Heather flinched, but her grin didn’t waver. “Thanks for taking this client.”
    Wynona turned to the guy. A reaper. What else? His dark suit was perfect