Page 29 of Mastered By Desire

Here we go. “Yeah?”

“Tell me about the girl.”

“She’s none of your business.”

His lips thin before he says, “Seeing as how I recently paid a tidy sum of money to watch her get naked and get herself off on my thigh, she is technically my business.”

“Shewasyour business. That transaction is over.”

“Are you?” he asks.

“Am I what?”

“Over her? Like the transaction?”

“She was never my business or my transaction.” I bite out the words. Fuck, what is it with this guy?

“So then you don’t mind if I pursue her.” Faint light from the club reflects off his glasses, hiding his eyes. “Whether through business or otherwise.”

Fuck you, I want to say.I know the kinds of games you play. But instead I shrug. “You probably shouldn’t.”

He tilts his head. “Give me one good reason why not.”

“Because she deserves better than you. Better than me.”

She wants love, a relationship. She’s a romantic, unlike Gage.

Unlike me.

“You have a strong sense of justice and morality.” He takes a step back. “You might want to rethink that.”

“I should rethink my morals?”

He grins, tight-lipped. “Those morals are going to prevent you from getting the things you want.”

Leah, he means.

I shrug one shoulder. What else can I say?

He sets the building alarm, then opens the door for me to step through.

Following me out, he says, “If she calls me, I’m answering. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get her naked and writhing on me again.”

“Fuck you,” I say in disgust, even as my cock leaps in interest. Right now, I don’t even care that he’s my boss, so I say it again. “Seriously, fuck you.”

He laughs as he walks to his car.

When I get home, I feel bad about waking Leah up, but she answers the door immediately. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt and pajama shorts with little butterflies printed on them. She looks so fucking cuddly, but also sexy. I can’t decide if I want to pull her into a hug or strip her down and carry her to my bed.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey.” I step inside, locking the door behind me.

Her sugary, candy scent fills the room. The blankets are shoved to the edge of the couch. She lowers herself back onto it and tucks them around her chin.

“How was work?” she asks.

“It was fine. Uneventful.”

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