Page 15 of Petals and Fangs

“Want to guess?”

“Money laundering?”

“That will involve the bank.”

“Banks for your case. “Lots of them,” I say, which makes him fail to contain his laugh.

“Yes, Lily. “Lots of banks,” he says, failing to remain serious.

“You didn't start a drug ring or a prostitution ring, did you?”

“God, no. No, I didn't. Those are the things that are not good for business.”

“I wouldn't know. You would.”

“Are you saying that I am bad at business, Lily?”

“Well, are you? Since the FDA is after you, you are.”

“You are so daring, aren't you? You dare say that to me?” he asks, slowly running his index finger over my knees, his other hand in his pocket.

“Good gracious, your hand is so cold,” I shiver and chuckle, trying to push him away.

“I know, but I will never let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes. I trust you, although we are not being very professional now. Again.” I whisper, my voice trembling. His skin is freezing cold.

“We were supposed to be, but not when you came into my office wearing a skirt like this. You knew there would be no room for professionalism,” he says as he kneels in front of me, placing his hand on my thigh, feeling the smoothness of my skin once again.

“Mr. Rothschild!” I say as I place my hands on his.

“I have missed you terribly. I am still in disbelief that you are right here in front of me now. I don’t even know how to act.”

“Mr. Rothschild.”

“Please, don't call me that,” he pleads.

“I won't, but only if you stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that.”

“Like what, Lily?”

“Like I am a prize or something.”

“You like it, don't you? You like the way I look at you.”

“You know the answer to that.”

“So, why stop then? I can look at you for ages non-stop, and you are aware of that.”

“Because I have a long day ahead of me. I still must process a lot of things.”

“You will be here tomorrow too.”

“Yes, but if I will be dealing with your advisor’s office, I will only be staying an hour or two.”

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