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“I’m not his girlfriend.”

I bristle at Greer’s immediate denial.

“You get a free pass tonight.” I glare at Haruaki before turning to Cleo. “Say goodbye to your new friend. We have to go before your father catches you here with him.”

Turning from them, ignoring their voices, I glare at Greer.

What the fuck is wrong with you, woman? You know you are mine,I convey with my eyes.

She meets my glare with one of her own.

Cleo slides up next to me, wrapping her arm in mine.

“Greer, we will talk later. Try to stay out of trouble, yeah?”

She scoffs, looking at Cleo. “It was very nice to meet you, Cleo. Sorry if you felt I was being demanding. It won’t happen again.”

Then she turns on her heel, leaving me standing there.

“She’s kind of a bitch,” Cleo mumbles.

I tense. “She was being protective of you, as she should be. We will talk later. Let’s get you back to your father.”

This night was not going as planned.

Greer

I don’t knowwhy I’m here. Why I can’t seem to stop myself from making impulsive decisions because of him.

Yet here I stand, outside his hotel room, still dressed in the gown he bought for me. Risking everything by hesitating.

What if he has a woman in there?

I bite my lip as I look both ways down the hall, only seeing one of Killian’s men by the elevator. Taking a deep breath, I use the keycard I hacked to open his door. Slipping the door open quietly, I squeeze inside, attempting to block the light from the hallway.

The room is dark. Every single light off. The only source of light coming from the cracked curtain, allowing the night lights to shine in the room.

It takes my eyes a moment to adjust, but when they do, they zero in on him.

I feel myself grow wet as I take in his appearance.

Sitting in a chair in the corner, Killian is leaned back, his legs spread. He is partially covered in shadows, but the light is just enough to allow me to look my fill. His jacket is missing, but he still dons his white button-up, the top two buttons undone, allowing a peek at his chest. As he brings his hand up to his mouth, I can hear the clink of ice in the glass he presses to his lips. My own lips tingle imagining how he tastes right now. A hint of whiskey mixed in with the intoxicating taste that is unique to him.

A shiver runs down my spine when he finally breaks the silence.

“Took you long enough.” There is a husky tone to his voice as I feel his eyes on me, even though I cannot see them clearly.

It’s like this anytime I’m with him. My body can sense his proximity causing me to overheat.

I rub my thighs together to soothe the ache between them.

“You were waiting for me?” My voice is breathless even to my own ears.

He grunts, affirmation enough for me. I take a step toward him, but he speaks up.

“Stop.”

I immediately halt, my brows pulling together in confusion.

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