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“Everything is there. I only hire the best.”

“Of course you do. You wouldn’t be a silver spoon if you didn’t.”

I ignored his comment. “You have an ensuite through that door. I run at seven and eat breakfast at eight. I expect you to join me. Good night.”

I walked fast to my room and didn’t take a breath until I was enclosed behind my door. I thought having him here was what I wanted, but I wasn't so sure based on the slip of judgment in the hallway I’d just displayed.

Miller Fahn was dangerous, and there was too much at stake to risk. In the morning, I’d get back to my routine and forget about this lapse in judgment.

It was better that way. Being anything other than enemies would lead to disaster, and like hell, I would lose this close to having everything I wanted.

Then why did it feel like I was losing the wrong thing?

CHAPTER7

MILLER

I’d hadno intention of staying with the stubborn iceman after learning what he’d done. But… but… that was before. Before the electrifying display in the hallway. Before that overwhelming chemistry between us had flared to life.

And for once, I wasn’t the only one who felt it. Lathan had been putty in my arms, and I wanted more of that. It had been the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. And we hadn’t even touched one another! What would it be like when we did? I had to know. I no longer cared that he hated me or denied the fire between us. I knew it was real, and I was determined to make him admit it, too.

So despite wanting to sleep longer, I dragged myself out of bed earlier than I had on a day off in years and dressed for a workout. The surprised expression on Lathan’s face was worth the tiredness when he strolled into the kitchen and discovered me already there.

“You’re up.”

“Very astute, Silver Spoon. Here.” I shoved a protein shake across the bar. “I helped myself to the contents of your fridge and made extra.” He frowned at the gesture. I scoffed. “It’s not poisoned.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.” He took a hesitant sip.

“Sure.” I chuckled and finished off my shake while I watched him. He was different in his apartment than with the team. He was almost softer and more vulnerable. It intrigued me more than it should. I liked getting to see this secret version of him.

“You made a mess.”

“Oh, that? I’ll get it later.” I waved him off, and his scowl deepened.

“If you do it now, it won’t still be there later.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I rolled my eyes and rinsed out the blender.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Stop acting like you control me, then,” I countered.

I wasn’t usually this confrontational. Typically, I avoided it at all costs. But with Lathan, I got this weird high with each encounter. I wanted to see how far I could push his buttons before he snapped.

“There. Does that meet your standards, Silver Spoon?”

Lathan’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond. A fluffy ball of white fur vaulted onto the counter a second later, and I watched a miracle right before my eyes. Lathan’s features softened as he tended to the white furball. He made no move to introduce me as he opened a cabinet and took out a package of food. The cat attacked the plate with vigor, showing me its butthole in thanks.

Lathan continued to ignore me and walked toward the front door. It didn’t escape my notice that the protein shake was emptied or that he was kind to his cat.

I loved learning all these layers, Silver Spoon.

Smiling, I followed him out of the apartment. I bounced on my feet and debated what buttons to push next. This would be more fun than I’d anticipated.

I waited a few minutes into the run before I struck. “What’s your cat’s name? How long have you had it?”

“This isn’t chit-chat hour. We’re running.” His jaw tightened, and I smiled wider.

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