Page 126 of By His Rule

Fuck.

I bite down on my curled fist at the image of her standing before me in that fitted royal blue gown.

My cock gets harder again.

I’ve jerked off three times since getting back here, but I’m still fucking hard. And I still can’t get her out of my head.

I thought that blowing off Sasha and taking Lorelei as my date tonight was genius.

I mean, it is fucking genius, because as much as Lorelei annoys the shit out of me with her defiance and need to rile me up in any way that she can, Sasha—all the others—are worse.

All they do is try to impress me. Try to make themselves perfect in the hope that I might want them for more than a night.

None of them have yet to do either of those things.

Sure, they’re fun for an evening. They’ve given me what I needed. But there has never been anything more to it.

But with Lorelei…despite everything, I’m quickly learning that I enjoy spending time with her.

She’s different. Her attitude toward me is refreshing. And trying to figure her out, to peel back a few of the steely layers she has wrapped around her, is fucking addictive.

I’m pretty sure she believes that she’s closed off and giving nothing away. But she’s wrong. Every single day, I learn more about my new assistant, and every single day, I need more.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, attempting to hide my semi for the final time.

Marching out of my dressing room, I swipe my cell and wallet from the end of the bed and head toward the exit.

We may have only parted ways an hour ago after the longest hair and makeup appointment in history, but I’m already yearning to see her all dressed up.

“Good evening, sir,” Jamie says from his position beside the limo idling outside my apartment block.

Do I think Lorelei will hate such a show of wealth when we roll up to collect her?

Absolutely, yes.

A smirk curls on my lips as I slide into the back of the limo.

I can’t fucking wait to see her face.

I sit back and watch the city pass me by as my anticipation increases for the night ahead.

If I didn’t know better, I might even say I was excited.

My knock rings out in the silence of Lorelei’s hallway.

I shake my head, unsurprised that she’s making me wait.

Anything to infuriate me.

I knock again, picturing her standing on the other side of the door with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Pain in the ass.

I knock for a third time, the joke becoming less and less funny.

“Open the door, Lorelei. I know you’re there.”

It takes a few seconds, but finally, the sound of movement inside the apartment hits my ears before the lock releases and the door opens.

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