Sloan (The Protectors Series) Book #9 Read Online Free PDF

them. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome,” she replied, hating how awkward she felt with him, but he was a very intimidating man. “Is there anything else you need me to do before I leave?”
    “Actually, yes, can you find one more?” He shuffled around papers on his desk. “I need Ronan McDonald’s file.”
    Becky made her way to the filing cabinet, pleased she remembered the name because it reminded her of Ronald McDonald, though the Warrior’s picture was far from Ronald McDonald, with a dark exotic look, not the white clown face and bright red hair. Why did all these Warriors have to be so damn good-looking?
    Before she reached the cabinet, her phone rang in her back pocket. Grabbing it, she frowned when she saw her now ex-husband’s number. Dammit, she really needed to talk to the asshole, but she was still on the clock. If she didn’t answer, God only knew how long it would before she got hold of him. Glancing quickly over her shoulder, Becky saw that Sloan was preoccupied so she answered her phone.
    “Hello,” she said, trying to sound breezy. Her ex, Frank Spencer, would love nothing more than to think she was wasting away just waiting for his call. She had left the message two days ago, the jerk.
    “What do you want?” Frank’s voice sounded annoyed.
    “I don’t want anything,” Becky snapped, then took a calming breath. Oh, how she hated this man. “But your son needs books and that is part of our settlement agreement and so far, you haven’t done anything.”
    “He’s eighteen, Becky,” Frank snapped in her ear. “He can get a job and buy his own books. If you hadn’t babied him, he would be a man by now.”
    “He does have a job, Frank,” Becky snapped back, forgetting where she was. “And he is more of a man than his father will ever be. Now pay him the money or I will be calling my lawyer. You agreed to this and I will make sure you hold up to your end of the bargain. If not, I will take my house back and half your damn money.”
    “You are such a fucking bitch!” Frank screamed over the phone before he hung up on her.
    “Damn straight I am, you asshole, piece-of-shit dick breath.” Becky had pulled the phone away from her ear and was growling at it. Then she dropped it to her side, took a deep breath, and cranked her neck back and forth before she realized where she was. “Shit,” she whispered, sensing Sloan was staring at her; she could actually feel his gaze on her back because the little hairs on her neck stood on end.
    Without even looking at him, she opened the cabinet and took her time searching for the file he needed. Knowing she couldn’t put off facing him much longer, she grabbed the file she’d passed over at least six times and pulled it out. Closing the drawer, she turned. Sure enough, Sloan was staring straight at her.
    “Here you go.” She handed it to him. “And sorry about that. It won’t happen again, but I knew if I didn’t answer I wouldn’t be able to get hold of him again and I really needed to talk to him.”
    “Who, dick breath?” Sloan tilted his head. His eyes crinkled in a smile, but his lips didn’t curve.
    “My ex.” Becky shifted from foot to foot. “Like I said, it won’t happen again and I know that wasn’t very professional of me, but—”
    He held up his hand. “You don’t need to explain to me.” Sloan looked down at the file. “If you heard some of the conversations in this office, you’d understand that nothing fazes me.”
    “Yeah, well, it still was very unprofessional, but he makes me so mad and I’m not a very good curser when I’m mad.” Becky couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with her boss of one day.
    “Asshole, piece-of-shit dick breath, probably would have gotten you a high five from some of the Warriors around here,” Sloan teased with a cocked eyebrow.
    Becky chuckled, immediately relaxing. “Well, thank you for understanding.”
    “No problem.” He smiled and every lady part hit