Page 57 of Sinful Lies

I just need to get the file and get the hell out.

“I’ll have this back to you in an hour,” I state, closing the drawer and turning around to face him.

“You can organize them right here, Zara.” Giovanni folds his arms across his broad chest. “Just in case you have any question.”

I grit my teeth to stop myself from saying something I might regret. He knows damn well I could do this in my sleep.

“Fine.” Clutching the files to my chest, I carry them over to his desk and take a seat in one of the black leather chairs across from him, setting the papers down in my lap.

“That’s much better.”

Keeping my eyes down, I let my hair fall in front of my face to shield myself from his gaze. Flicking open the file, I get to work organizing the papers into categories. For a moment, we work in silence, and I can almost pretend I’m back in my own office, the sound of the keyboard clicking is almost meditative.

Giovanni types away on his computer. “I must say, I was unsure about taking the position atSpencer & Meyer. But when I heard that you worked here, well… It made my decision an easy one.”

I say nothing, not wanting to engage.

“We make a great team, you and me. They say fucking your colleagues can ruin working relationships, but I think we prove that hypothesis wrong.”

I freeze, a handful of papers slipping out of my hand onto the floor.

“What did you just say?” I whisper, looking up at Giovanni in horror.

“Do you not agree?” He leans back in his chair, spreading his thighs.

I ball my fists. “Do I need to remind you that I’m married?”

“So you keep saying.” He chuckles, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Seems awfully rushed, don’t you think?”

“My relationship is none of your business.” I reach down to pick up the papers that I dropped, shoving them into the folder.

“I don’t think you were even engaged at the drinks party a few weeks ago.”

I say nothing, but that only seems to amuse him more.

“Like I said, it all seems very rushed.”

“We’re in love.” I shrug.

“So it would seem. Tell me, Zara. Was your honeymoon satisfactory?”

The question catches me off guard. I blink in surprise, my cheeks heating as Giovanni’s lips pull up in a knowing smirk.

“I’m sure your husband enjoyed hearing those little noises you make.”

“No,” I breathe.

“Dimitri Koslov might have put a ring on yourfinger, but I take pride in knowing that I got to experience that tight little pussy first.”

My blood runs cold.

“Stop.” I shake my head, trying to ignore his words.

He’s just trying to taunt me. I can’t let him win.

“I loved stretching you, filling you up so good it made you scream?—”

“That’s enough!” I get to my feet.

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