Page 105 of Their Arrangement
Like he already knew I hadn’t been working.
Like he knew I’d beenwaiting.
“You think if you stay late enough, you’ll earn your way out of being prey?”
I opened my mouth to speak. I didn’t know what I was going to say. Something flippant. Something stupid. Something that might distract him from the way my thighs were pressed too tightly together, or the way I was already trembling.
But no sound came out.
Wolfe circled the desk.
Didn’t sit.
Didn’t touch.
He leaned one hand on the corner of the desk, the other hanging at his side. Every line of him was still. Tense. Waiting.
I stared at his hand.
The way the veins moved. The way the knuckles shifted as he flexed once. Just once.
A warning.
Or a promise.
“I told you to wear red.”
I swallowed. “I did.”
His gaze moved to my lips.
The lipstick was still perfect. Reapplied twice. Once in the lobby. Again when I realized I wasn’t alone.
“I told you no bra.”
I nodded. “I didn’t.”
His stare dragged down my chest. My nipples hardened under the thin fabric. His eyes flicked lower, pausing just long enough to make my skin tighten.
Then back to my face.
Back to my mouth.
“Then why do you still smell like defiance?”
He took one step closer.
I tipped my chin up. “I’m not defying you.”
He didn’t blink. “You’re not obeying either.”
My breath hitched.
“You don’t get to live between obedience and denial, Cloe.”
His voice dropped lower.
Darker.
