Page 106 of Their Arrangement
“Choose.”
I didn’t answer.
But my knees parted.
Barely.
Enough.
His hand left the desk.
And I forgot how to breathe.
Wolfe stepped around me.
Not fast.
Not loud.
Just close.
The edge of his body skimmed mine, a current of heat and pressure that made my skin tighten, my pulse scatter. He stood behind me for a moment, silent. Watching. Measuring.
Then he leaned down.
His mouth wasn’t on me.
But his breath was.
Right at my ear.
“You want to pretend this is about work? That you’re here late to impress someone? That you’re still not mine?”
I shook my head. I didn’t mean to. It just… happened.
He laughed. Low. Quiet. The kind of laugh that didn’t soften anything.
“You keep forgetting. I don’t need you to agree, Cloe.”
He pressed one hand flat to the desk beside me. The other curled around the top of the chair. I was caged. Breathless. Lit from within and smoldering from without.
“I only need you still.”
I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.
He leaned closer. I felt the heat of his chest brush my back, just for a second. Then he shifted again, slower this time.
My breath hitched.
“Tell me what you thought I’d do, when you sent me that last message.”
I swallowed.
He waited.
“Tell me.”
“I thought… you’d come,” I whispered.
