Page 23 of The Silencer

Teddy makes no move to let me inside Anthony’s office, just continues to stand there and guard. Well, then.

I guess I could make friendly conversation while I wait. I could do that all damn day.

“So, Teddy, how was your night?” I ask as I take a seat in one of the chairs situated in the hall, probably for times like this when Boss-man makes people wait. I bet he does that a lot. I bet it’s a power play. Probably gets off on it. “Did you do anything exciting?”

He doesn’t answer, so I continue on.

“I mean, I went straight to bed, but I bet you did something really crazy, huh? Did you like, run around naked? Oh god, tell me you run around naked? I would love to see that…”

The door opens suddenly and Anthony appears, my voice trailing off when I catch sight of him.

“Oh, hello.”

Anthony is frowning, his lips pulled tight. “What did I say about flirting with my bodyguards?”

I tap at my lips gently. “I think you just told me not to sleep with them. And honestly, I would never.”

Teddy huffs, and I eyeball him. Was that him communicating? Because I’m so intrigued with this man. I’d love to hear his voice.

“Get inside,” Anthony says darkly, and I just sigh and move toward him, tugging my robe tighter around me. It’s ridiculous really, because I’m going to be stripping this off soon.

Just the thought of being naked around Anthony again gets me hard.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve been hard since last night.

This is going to be so embarrassing.

“You’re late,” he tells me, and I scoff.

“I was two minutes late, and don’t judge me, you were even later.”

“Because I was waiting for you.”

I huff, getting nowhere. We’ll go around like this for ages.

“Fine, I’ll concede. I was late. Let’s get this show on the road. I have very important things to do.”

I don’t. Not really. Honestly, after this, I’m going to jack myself until I see stars.

That’s my plan.

The door closes behind me and Anthony walks over to his desk and pulls out that glass jar.

“Take it off,” he growls, and my god, am I panting? Yeah, I’m panting like a dog in heat.

“If you ask nicely, I will,” I manage to snark back.

Good for you, Tatum. You have a spine. You will not bend over every time he opens a jar.

His body freezes, a slight hesitation at my resistance.

“Tatum. Get your ass over here. I’m not going to beg. I never fucking do.”

Oh god, is that a wheeze? I just wheezed. It whistles out of me like a fog horn. I could direct maritime traffic at this point.

The jar settles onto the desk with a thunk, and I meet his dark stare. “Honestly, could you tone down the fierce sexiness, please? My dick can’t take it.”

“Get over here,” he says, ignoring my request completely.

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