Page 76 of Tangled In Lies

This time, she points her fingers at me. “So youdoremember him.”

I shrug.

“You’re such an asshole. Who pretends not to know someone just to fuck with their head? Unbelievable.” She shakes her head and turns away from me.

“Careful, Angel. I’ve given you a warning before. That mouth will get you in trouble. Keep talking to me like that if you want that ass spanking.”

She gasps. “You wouldn’t.”

I slow down as we near the security gate and glance at her. “Do you know me at all?”

She stares at me for a moment before focusing on her lap. “I once thought I did.”

The words are so quiet I almost think I imagined them, but she did say them, hitting me right behind my rib cage.

I stop at the security gate and roll down my window while we wait for the metal gates to swing open.

“Sir.” Mike nods at me and peeks into the car, a huge smile spreading when he sees who’s in the passenger seat. “Miss Caldwell. How are you today? Are you feeling better?”

Evangeline leans across the middle console and lifts a hand in a wave. “Hey, Mike. A lot better, yes, thank you. How are the kids? Better too?”

I press my lips together, trying to understand what’s happening. Mike’s kids? I think he has a son and a daughter, but why is Evangeline asking about their well-being?

Like a smitten puppy, Mike nods at her. “They finally seem over the worst, thank God.”

She gives him a wide smile. A genuine smile. The same smile she used to give me.

“I’m so glad to hear that.”

“Me too,” Mike says. “Does your offer still stand?”

She nods. “Absolutely. You have my number. Just give me a call.”

He touches the brim of his hat and pulls on it. “Will do, thanks.”

“Of course.”

His gaze moves to me as if he remembered I’m still here too.

Me.

His fucking boss.

He swallows and dips his head. “Sir. You have a lovely fiancée.”

I stare at him before I narrow my gaze at said fiancée. She’s still draped over the middle console. So close. Close enough for me to see the golden flecks in her eyes. Close enough for me to get a whiff of her floral perfume.

“I do, don’t I?”

My cock gives a little twitch, even more so when my gaze goes lower and lands on those lush lips of hers.

Was it only last week when I devoured them?

When I wanted to devour so much more than just her soft mouth?

My gaze roams upward, catching Evangeline glancing at my mouth the same way I imagine I just stared at hers.

Then our gazes meet, and whatever spell we were just under is broken.

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