I lift my head and frown as I hear yelling from outside the office door.

It sounds like a woman, and a pissed off one at that.

I don’t know what the hell is going on out there, but in my experience, there’s only one place you want to hear a woman screaming – and that’s in the bedroom.

“That’s gotta be your fault.” Jeff shoots me an accusing look and I shrug at him.

I’ve had my fair share of woman dramas over the years, but being locked up in a jail cell for the past three years put a swift fucking end to my love life.

“I know that bastard’s in there, and I don’t care if I get sent to prison myself, I’m going to damn well get what I came here for,” the woman yells.

“That’s got you written all over it, Wood,” he warns me.

I’m about to respond when the door to the room flies open and crashes against the wall with a loud bang.

The curvy redhead responsible for all the damn noise snarls as her gaze lands on me.

Jeff might be a total pain in the ass most of the time, but he was right – this does have me written all over it.

And thank fuck for that.

She’s a sight for sore eyes.

I throw my arm over the back of my chair and lean back as I watch her, a cocky smirk on my face – I know it’ll piss her off and that’s the reason I do it.

Today must be my lucky day, I’d been hoping I’d get to lay eyes on that fine ass of hers soon, but I hadn’t been expecting her to deliver it right to me on a plate like this.

I thought I was going to have to work a bit harder to get this little show, but maybe there’s some good karma left on my side after all – then again, maybe not, given the death glare being sent my way.

“Dylan, what do I owe this pleasure?” I drawl.

She stalks over until she’s standing right in front of me, radiating fury.

If there’s one thing I’ve never failed to be able to do, its drive this woman wild – and it doesn’t appear that anything has changed in that department.

She might be fuming mad, but fuck she is still so beautiful. She smells the same too – like strawberries and coconut. Just one moment in her personal space and I’m totally and utterly hooked on her again.

The stack of papers she’s holding in her hand land down with a thud on the table, shaking the entire thing and spilling Tony’s coffee all over his work.

I glance at him, but he hasn’t even noticed the mess – he’s too busy watching the woman causing a scene in front of everyone with his jaw dropped.

I almost feel bad for not giving my manager warning that something like this could happen – but in all honesty, he seems to be appreciating the view nearly as much as I am. I might have to give him a different type of warning.

“Cut the shit, you cocky little convict, you know exactly why I’m here,” she hisses, drawing my eyes and my thoughts back to her.

I lazily pick up the papers she’s shoved in my direction and make a show of looking them over as if I don’t already know exactly what they are.

I knew what they were the moment I laid eyes on her.

They’re the same papers she’s sent me nearly every month for the past three years.

“Just sign the fucking papers so I can divorce your stupid ass,” she says.

“Gentlemen,” I announce to the room full of my staff, ignoring her demands as I do, “have you all met my wife?”