Page 134 of The Ruthless Note

With a scoff, I bend down, yank the rag off the floor and turn to the window.

Dutch leans against the desk, studying me.

“I’ll pay Miller a visit today.”

I whirl around. “Did you get dirt on him?”

His frigid stare is the only answer I get.

“What do you plan to do?”

Still nothing.

With a scoff, I turn to the window. “Fine. Do what you want. I don’t care.”

The chair Dutch is sitting in creaks as he rocks it back on its hind legs. “Have you ever dated anyone?”

My eyebrows hike. What kind of question is that?

Dutch’s gaze is steady as he waits for my answer.

I frown at him. “Have you?”

“No,” he answers matter-of-factly.

I roll my eyes. “What about Paris? Or Christa? I distinctly remember seeing her hand down your pants at lunch one time.”

“Jealous?”

I scoff.

“We screwed around. That’s it. They knew it was just a good time and nothing more.”

“What a gentleman.”

He looks unfazed. “Did you ever put your hands down Hunter’s pants?”

“I don’t owe you any explanations.” I aggressively wipe the window.

“Have you evenseena guy naked before?”

“I have,” I snap.

“That time you saw me in a speedo doesn’t count.”

I turn red. Dammit. My skin is giving me away.

Dutch laughs. “I didn’t know you were that innocent, Brahms.”

My chest constricts. He sounds so smug. So self-assured.

I hate him more than I’ve ever hated anyone.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

And I don’t know how to control that.

He folds his arms over his chest. “Are you one of those girls who plans to save herself for marriage?”

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