Page 148 of Savage Suit
“You fired her because she pried into my history without permission,” I decided, the explanation quite ironic.
“I fired her because she fucked with you.”
His words burned away most of my resistance. I almost melted into his arms and begged him to fuck me, not caring about anything beyond the here and now. Old habits die hard, though. “You still could’ve called. I could’ve been entertaining someone.”
“You weren’t.”
“But I could’ve been,” I insisted.
“Since Tuesday night, you’ve done nothing but go to the office and come home. You haven’t left this building once today.”
“Are you having me followed?” I managed, at a loss for words.
“Having you followed implies you go places tobefollowed.”
I growled, his implication I was too boring to stalk oddly insulting.
Say what, dumb bitch?
“I’ve been worried about you.” His words interrupted my self-directed outrage. “I don’t like how you’ve shut me out.”
“It’s no different from what you do.”
“It is,” he countered. “Ican do it.Youcan’t.”
“You’re such a dickhead! What kind of shit is that? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I don’t enjoy experiencing what you’ve put me through these past days, Ryan.”
“Oh, well, asshole, welcome to my fucking world. Cut down for sending you a fucking text. I didn’t like that, but you didn’t give a good fuck.”
“Ryan—”
“Leave. I’m not interested in hearing what you have to say. You had me investigated, had me watched—”
“I didn’t have you watched.Iwatched you.”
In my memory, I don’t recall any other man except Noah having the ability to sweep all thoughts away and steal my ability to speak. I stared at him. His blue eyes smoldered with intensity and tension tightened his beautiful lips.
“You watched me?” I echoed.
He nodded. “Each evening, my driver drops me off and I languish in the shadows of the church. Today, I’ve been there since early. I saw Quinn come and go, but she didn’t see me.”
Anger and a feeling I refused to recognize hit me in equal measure. His bullshit wasn’t romantic, I reminded myself. It was fucking insane and unacceptable.
“I only did it because I’ve been worried about you,” he said softly, the sound of his voice hypnotizing, the blueness of his eyes threatening to sweep my good sense away. “I needed to see you.”
“Your behavior isn’t cute,” I flared. “I don’t appreciate being the target of your prowling.”
“I’ve never done such a thing—”
My glare shut him up.
“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again,” he said after a moment. “I’ve missed you.”
Damn him. “The only difference between us is me freezing you out instead of the other way around.”
He didn’t respond immediately. When he did, his words jolted me again. “Would you like to hear Ingrid Warrington’s fate?”
