Page 20 of A Twisted Arrangement

We’re not there yet—she still has a few more days of freedom, and I’m not going to fuck it up, no matter how rock hard I am.

My reaction just reaffirms why I needed to stay away from her all this time. I can’t be in a room with her for five minutes without wanting to own every single one of her moans.

“Mr. Everette?” Mrs. Robertson says, drawing my attention back to her, and this time, it’s Scarlet’s turn to smirk at my complete loss of attention.

“I’m sorry. I was distracted.” I pull myself away from what I’ve wanted most and get back to business. “You have a presentation for me?”

Scarlet’s boss looks between us, her brows pulling together, but she doesn’t say anything. I’ll have to be more careful in the future.

“Of course, right this way.” Mrs. Robertson leads the way toward the conference room, where there’s a large TV with a presentation already set up. My girl’s forced to sit next to me in order to avoid the situation, looking more suspicious than it already is. She passes me a folder that’s filled with documentation.

I glance at them briefly, already familiar with the document. Hacking into Scarlet’s computer and watching her work has been one of my favorite hobbies.

“Those are your copies. I’ll also send you the digital copy.” Her tone is crisp and businesslike, and I want nothing more than to break it apart.

Mrs. Robertson dims the lights slightly to remove the glare on the TV and begins an elegant presentation.

Unfortunately for her, I have no intention of listening to a word of it, too captivated by my proximity to my future wife.

I should keep my hands to myself, but I’ve never been able to do what I’m supposed to, so I slide my hand onto the bare skin of her knee.

She jolts, legs hitting the table, and glares at me, hand attempting to slap mine away.

Her boss clears her throat. “Is there a problem?”

“Sorry. Just killing a bug,” Scarlet replies, and her boss turns back to the PowerPoint.

A chuckle rumbles the back of my throat, and I lean in so only Scarlet can hear me. “I’m a bug now?”

She stiffens, and I run my thumb back and forth until her body relaxes beneath my touch. That’s my girl.

I inch higher but don’t breach her skirt. If she wants this, she’s going to have to show me. If she doesn’t, I’m satisfied with just being able to touch her.

My thumb skims her sensitive skin, and her breath hitches in her throat, goose bumps forming on the back of her neck and down her arms.

Come on, Scarlet. Take what you want.

She clamps her thighs closed and glares at me.

“You’re going to get me fired.”

“Unlikely.”

My dick hardens almost painfully. I can’t help but notice her reasoning had nothing to do with not wanting me. I shift so my fingers graze higher beneath her skirt.

A shiver rolls through her, and a needy sound escapes her lips, drawing Mrs. Robertson’s attention back to us.

Scarlet looks at the desk, as guilty as a schoolgirl, and tries to push my hand away, but I just grip her thigh harder, holding her in place.

I straighten my posture and smile. “I appreciate your time. As I recently purchased your company, I’m happy to welcome your law firm on as my council.”

Scarlet jerks, her gaze narrowed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I would never kid about you.”

She stands, apologizing to her boss, and rants under her breath. I think I catch something aboutassholes, conceited dickheads, but I can’t be sure.

I let her go, knowing she won’t be free for long.

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