Page 61 of Mob Queen

He looks around my office and throws his hands up. “You seem to like destroying everything of mine. And, thanks to you, now I have to sleep in my office.”

“Stay here. I have plenty of room.”

Miller expels a loud, condescending laugh. “Yeah, right.”

“Oh, this isn’t good enough for you? I’ve seen your little house, this is opulent in comparison.”

“Wow, look at that. I didn’t think your ego could get any bigger. I’m sorry, I was wrong.”

“It’s good that a man can admit that. That takes a lot of courage and balls.” A small smirk tugs at my lips.

“You’re so damn condescending.”

“Who, me?” I lift my hand and place it to my chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Miller’s jaw clenches as he stands, staring at me. “What is it about you?”

“I’m charming,” I reply.

“Charming isn’t the word I’d use to describe you.”

I lean against my desk and cross my arms in front of me. “Please, go ahead. How would you describe me?”

Miller darts his gaze away from mine. “We’re getting off topic. I now have to sleep in my office.”

“There’s a perfectly good bed upstairs.”

“You’re even more insane than I thought if you think I’m going to stay here, with you. The governor, in a mafia don’s house?”

“I’m simply a business woman.”

“Who burnt down my house.”

“Pffft.” I half shrug, uninterested.

“You’re tormenting me now, Frankie.”

“Typical man. I offer a solution, but you don’t like it.”

“How about you don’t burn my fucking house down,” his voice escalates with irritation. His blazing eyes find mine, and he marches toward me and grabs my upper arm. “What is wrong with you? Is this some kind of sick entertainment?”

I shrug out of his hold and square up to Miller. “So very much,” I say slowly as my eyes dart to his lips, then back up to his eyes.

He pushes his body closer to mine and lowers his head so we’re eye to eye. His warm breath mingles with mine. Our lips are nearly touching, and my chest is pushed into his. My heart rate climbs to a desperate beat. I clench my thighs together waiting for him to touch me. “Do you even know how much you affect me?” He visibly swallows and wets his lips.

Jeremy Miller is completely vulnerable to me, and I’m in a prime position to use it for my own gain.

Fuck.

I want to, but something is stopping me.

I pull away from Miller, and head around my desk to pour myself another scotch. “Get out,” I say with a shaky breath. I don’t hear the door open, nor do I hear him leaving. “Get out!” I pour myself another drink and throw it back. With my back turned to Miller, I finally hear the door and know he’s left.

I throw back another drink and lean my hand on the desk while hanging my head. I need to forget about him, because no good can come from this. Besides, it’s clear he’s not going to let me use him to give me what I need.

I may as well cut my losses and end this.

I just have to figure out what I’m going to do with him. If he was anyone else, he’d find himself walking across the bridge.

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