Page 76 of By His Rule

“Who were you talking to?” he asks darkly.

A smile curls at my lips as I remember the final words I said to Wilder.

I shake my head, unable to believe what my brain is conjuring up right now.

“Are you…are you jealous, sir?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, silently mocking him.

His jaw tightens, a vein I haven’t seen before popping up at his temple.

“I want to know who’s important enough to stop you mid-task.”

“It’s Friday night, Kian. I shouldn’t even be here right now.”

“You agreed to stay and work.”

“Yeah,” I say, a bitter laugh following the word. “But I’m wondering why I bothered. It’s a bullshit task we’re doing right now.”

“No,” he growls, making my skin erupt with goosebumps.

“It is. You just want to prove Kingston wrong. But it’s pointless. He’s going to do whatever the hell he wants. He doesn’t care what you say about the figures.”

His eyes darken, letting me know that I’ve just hit on something.

“He will make the right business decision,” he argues, although it’s weak. He knows I’m right. He’s just desperately trying to cling to some authority when it comes to his brother.

“Whatever you say. Can you let go of me now?”

His grip loosens a little, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, his other hand comes up to rest on the door beside my head, effectively caging me in.

I lift my chin, refusing to show any kind of weakness.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” I roll my eyes and his expression hardens. I’m pretty sure he’s seconds from losing his shit. And I am here for it.

I smirk, already hearing his question in my ears.

“Who were you talking to?”

“You’re an insufferable asshole, you know that?” I say, ripping myself from his grip and quickly ducking under his arm, marching deeper into the room to resume the task at hand.

“Lorelei,” he rasps.

Fuck. The sound of it does all kinds of things it shouldn’t between my legs.

“What, Kian?” I snap, my patience giving out.

I look up and my eyes instantly lock onto his dark, angry ones as he stands before me with his arms crossed over his chest.

Oh, he’s pissed. He’s really fucking pissed.

And damn, if it doesn’t look hot on him.

Heat surges through my veins as I sit on my knees staring up at him.

An image I really don’t need of me crawling toward him suddenly pops into my head, and I fight to banish it.

Not fucking appropriate, Lorelei.

With an irritated huff, I decide to just give in. If I want to watch even a second of Wilder’s game, then I’m going to have to come clean anyway.

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