Page 70 of Devious Secrets

One day he’ll have a woman who drives him insane the way this one does me. And when he does, he’ll understand why letting her go just isn’t a fucking option.

She swings her gaze over to him and immediately softens, gifting him with a sweet smile.

“Hey, Ivan.”

“Megan.” He nods. “How’s the ankle?”

“It’s better,” she answers. The wheels are turning in that beautiful mind of hers.

“He’s not going to assist you.” I check my watch. Our meeting will be here soon, and I still haven’t gotten her reassurance that she’ll stay put.

“I wasn’t going to ask him,” she snaps. “Where’s Elana? Is she here too? Maybe she can wait with me.”

“My other brother, Kaz, took her home. You two aren’t exactly the best influences on each other,” I explain. In the car, she’d assumed Elana was with Gregor and I didn’t correct her.

“So, you’re going to keep the only sane person I currently know away from me?”

I can practically hear Ivan’s arrogant grin behind me.

“If that’s what you want to believe.” I lift a shoulder. “We have a meeting to get to. Stay here, unless you’d like me to use that.” I point to the rope.

She folds her arms across her chest and plops down into the armchair, crossing her legs.

“I’ll sit here like a good little prisoner.”

“Fiancée,” I point out. “You’re not my prisoner anymore; you’re my fiancée.”

She blusters, then looks away. “Just go to your meeting. When you come to your senses, let me know.”

Not willing to miss my chance, I lean over her, cupping her chin and forcing her pretty blue eyes on me.

“Be a good girl and I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” I brush my lips across hers, then bring them to her ear. “But be a naughty girl and I’ll make you cry with regret.”

I press another kiss her to cheek and leave her sitting on the chair. Ivan arches an eyebrow when I pass him, but he follows without comment, shutting the door behind us.

“You think she’ll stay put?” he asks as we reach the lounge at the far end of the corridor.

“Not a chance.”

As soon as I open the office door, a man steps in front of me, his arms folded over his chest.

“I just need the restroom.” I assure the enormous man who I’m sure doubles as a bouncer for the club.

“It’s down the hall, on the right.” He steps back and nods in the direction I should take.

“Thanks. Back in a minute.” I wiggle my fingers at him as I head off down the hall. When I glance back over my shoulder, I find him only a few paces behind me. “You don’t need to come with me.”

He shrugs his massive shoulders. “Alexander said to be sure you stayed in his office.”

“I’ll be right back. I don’t think your boss would be happy with you coming into the bathroom with me.”

He grins. “I’ll stay outside.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

At least I’m being allowed out of the room to go to the bathroom without having a metal bucket kicked at me.

After I finish in the bathroom, my prison guard escorts me back toward the office. We’re almost there when his phone goes off and he stops to answer.

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