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Just like that, I’m dismissed. And it stings a little. Because I’d love to tell him we should talk about what happened, but what can we even say?

Resisting the urge to shout, I purse my lips instead as he cocks his head to the side, examining me. He’s so blunt, he’ll probably just ask—

“You look mad that I said you can go. Why?”

And there it is.

Sighing, I ponder things for a moment. Honestly, it’s probably better we don’t dive into the details. I need and love this job. I don’t want him to feel like what happened is an issue.

“It’s nothing,” I lie. “If you don’t require anything else, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nods, his green eyes thoughtful for a moment. I look to see if he’ll delve any further into the topic, but he doesn’t.

I exit his office, pacing quietly through the still house. When I go out the front door, I lock it like I always do. Though we’re so remote, we never get visitors.

*

“Evangeline, are you awake?” Alistair’s voice rings through the comm, connecting the main house to the carriage house where I live. I look over at the clock on my bedside table. It’s 6:42am. Damn.

“Yup,” I agree into the connection, attempting to push the sleepy tone from my voice. There’s silence for a moment before Alistair responds.

“When you go to town this morning, can you check my PO box? I’m expecting something.”

“Sure. I’m heading into town at eight. Do you need anything else?”

“No,” Alistair says before clicking off. No ‘thank you,’ no ‘sounds good.’

Moaning, I roll out of bed and flip my coffee maker on, then play my yoga playlist. Unrolling my mat, I work through half an hour of active yoga until I’m a sweaty, heaving mess. Mymuscles are limber and relaxed despite a heat that’s brewing in my tummy. I’m blaming him for that, because no amount of masturbating ever seems to slake my desire for him.

I take a quick, scalding shower before dressing and grabbing Alistair’s car keys. He rarely drives, so it’s almost as if the beautiful old Aston Martin is my car. I can’t believe he’s happy for me to drive it, but he just doesn’t care about that sort of thing. He told me once that he inherited it from his father, but he doesn’t seem to care for it much.

In town, I grab the groceries quickly and check Alistair’s PO Box. There’s nothing in it. I get the same assessing looks I always do. I’m sure it looks odd that I’m dressed like a secretary, driving a three hundred thousand dollar car.

Smiling, I hop back into the vintage auto and head back to Alistair’s estate. The entire way back, I remember last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, honestly. The way he picked me up so easily and threw me onto the table. How sharp fangs nipped between my thighs until I thought I might explode. I get slick between the thighs just reminiscing.

Damn, I hope I’m not leaking onto the seat. I’ll never get that scent out of this leather, and then if Alistair ever gets in the car, he’ll smell it. But my mind drifts back to his hands on my thighs, his low, rolling purr, and liquid seeps steadily from me, soaking my skirt. My body aches for him, for his teeth and hands, desire hitting me so hard I double over the steering wheel.

I can’t focus on anything other than the searing heat as I pull into the gated driveway, backing the car into his garage. The moment I put it in park, heat flares across my skin, demanding release. Need pushes every thought in my mind to Alistair. His mouth, his lips, his green eyes. Long, elegant fingers. Sharp, beautiful teeth.

I look across the driveway at the house. The light is on in Alistair’s office, visible since he leaves every other one off. SoI’m certain he’s in there working. I hiss in another breath as my clit lights up all on its own. My body is on fire, and I don’t understand what the fuck is going on, but I’ve got to find relief. Yanking my skirt down, I slide sideways on the bench seat and slip my fingers between my thighs, gasping out at the sensation of the slightest brush across my sensitive core. I’ve already soaked the seat in liquid, there’s no saving it, and right now I don’t give a shit.

Holding back a groan, so he doesn’t hear, I slip two fingers inside my pussy and stroke, throwing my head back against the window as I edge closer and closer to sweet, blissful relief. Goosebumps fly up my legs and they shake, until I can’t stop the soft, huffy pants I emit as my body clenches over and over, desperate to come.

I’m close, so fucking close, until I hear a rumbling growl. Screaming, I fly upright, horrified to find Alistair standing in the garage doorway, both hands fisted by his side. He watches me, his pale eyes intently focused. He’s tall enough to see inside the car, to know what I was doing.

Oh God, oh god. Now what?

Chapter 6

Alistair

When Evangeline returned, I was in the middle of finalizing designs for a state-of-the-art security system for Mitchell’s alternate location in Canada. Since she left, I’ve felt… unsettled. I dislike her being gone. In the future, I’ll get the groceries delivered. There’s no need for her to leave.

But when she parked the car, I sensed… I don’t understand it. It was as if I could feel her emotions when she got back here. Lust. Desperate, sizzling desire. And then I felt raw passion, building and building.

I had to know, had to see if what I felt was what I thought. And it was. But I was still unprepared to find her fingers buried in her pussy inside my fucking car.

Evangeline has her face pressed to the driver’s side window, hand still between her thighs as I stalk slowly around the passenger side and flinging the door open wide. The metal crunches under my grip as I lean in and suck in a deep breath, groaning when her scent hits me like a ton of bricks.

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