Page 56 of Darkest Deception

“Eat your lunch in my office. I need you to look over a few things.”

I’m not doing this because she has looked lonely in her office the whole time she has been working for me. I am doing this to keep an eye out for her.

“Why?” She watches me, wary.

I shake my head and head to my office.

“Tell me why first. I’m not just going to sit in your office, wasting my time.”

Minutes later, she is indeed sitting in my office, grumbling and giving me the stink eye. Clearly I won the argument there.

“Why do you always wear green?”

I run a hand along my jaw as I wait for her answer. She doesn’t reply. She just keeps looking at her screen.

“I’m talking to you.” My voice is level, my eyes focused on her.

They aren’t leaving her. I take in my fill of Ambrose as she swipes her hand through her hair to push it back off her shoulder.

She slowly tilts her head, and her eyes glide over to me.

The moment they connect with mine, the second I feel them look deep into my own, my heart dips into my stomach and this weird feeling inside of me expands. I shouldn’t feel this way.

“Why? Am I not allowed to?” Her voice is crisp, feminine, clear, and full of the confidence she always has.

It makes me smile.

“I was wondering what makes you constantly wear green?”

It can’t be because of my eyes. I watched her before we even met, and she wore this colour quite often.

Her eyes don’t stray from mine as she answers.

“I just like it.” She shrugs, no lie evident on her face.

“Right.” I nod, forcing myself to look away before she notices that I am watching her.

But I physically can’t look away from the goddess in front of me. Divine is the only word to describe her sharp beauty, her knowledge, her power, her confidence, her strong aura that pulls me to her.

My mind reels back once more to our kiss.

The next day, the moment I step into her office to ask her to join me in my office for lunch, my eyes glide back to her lips.

“In my office for lunch, Ambrose.”

She twists her mouth in disagreement, and I want to grab her chin and make her look at me, to see her fight and defy me so she can keep control of the situation.

Today, she’s wearing a skirt paired with a top that has a straight neckline and wraps around her breasts and an oversized blazer. My eyes are quick to try to find my emerald of the day, but I don’t see it.

She walks past me with her laptop in hand, leaving a trail of her perfume. My eyes shut on their own, feeling her presence reach inside me, deep enough to evoke one emotion.

Want.

She sits on the sofa in front of me, but I can’t find anything emerald today. Nothing.

Getting up, I grab the budget projections the accounting team has produced for the HR department and walk over to Ambrose.

I stand above her, and she looks up.

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