Page 40 of Sinful Beauty

I’m a couple of feet away from his office door when I notice the light. He rarely leaves his light on, but perhaps he figured I would turn it off before I left for the night.

As the door swing opens, it takes me seconds to process what I’m seeing. Tristan sits behind Peltz’s desk, and a stack of files are before him. The top folder is open.

His gaze meets mine. Quiet. Assured. There’s no trace of guilt.

“What are you doing?”

“Searching for something.”

“Is there something I can help you find?”

“No. Just figured I’d be sure I knew everything I needed to know about the RimFire.”

“You can find anything you need on the company server. Mr. Peltz keeps hard copies, but it’s all on the network server.” There’s no reason to risk your job to break in here, is what I want to tell him, but perhaps he’s not risking anything. Portraits from three generations of his family adorn the lobby walls.

“What are you doing here so late?” He flips a folder closed and lifts the stack, signaling he’s done with whatever research he was doing.

His quiet assurance is mesmerizing. Sitting behind the desk, in an office that isn’t even his, a sense of power and entitlement oozes from his bespoke suit and confident demeanor. The man fears nothing. Rules don’t apply to him.

If I had my phone with me, I’d snap a photo for Kehlani of him sitting behind Peltz’s desk. She’d immediately understand why we live in two different worlds.

His dark eyes rove my body. I’ve heard the phrase smoldering gaze before, but never quite grasped the meaning. I do now. His gaze smolders, penetrating my dress, heating my skin.

I hold up the printout of tomorrow’s itinerary. “I need to put this on Mr. Peltz’s desk.”

His gaze flickers to the paper in my hand.

“He’s such a Putz.” It’s comical that both Kehlani and Tristan have chosen the same word to describe my boss. “Come here.”

The command is low but leaves no room for questions. I glance behind me at the opened door. I didn’t push it closed when I entered.

“No one’s here. No one’s going to come up here.”

But they could. You never know. It’s not unheard of for one of his direct reports to drop something off before heading home.

“Lucia. I’m waiting.”

His long fingers tap the ends of the armrests. His cufflinks glimmer in the lamplight. The only light in the room, the golden glow casts a shadow behind the armchair, and sets a spotlight on the chair’s occupant. The vest he’s wearing over his crisp white button down fits him perfectly, and I imagine in his office there’s a matching suit jacket.

My throat tightens with each step I take, and my heart pounds a nervous beat.

I shouldn’t do this.

“I said come here.”

I glance behind me once more at the open door and set the paper down on Mr. Peltz’s desk, beside the stack of folders.

“Lucia.”

His tone commands attention.

“Have you ever been fucked in an office?”

I slowly shake my head no, or at least I think I shake my head. It’s hard to breathe. The walls blur and it’s like I know. Every part of me knows.

I’m going to fuck this man in my boss’s office.

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