Page 94 of Savage Suit
“It’s there.” I pointed to the to the lone door on the opposite side of my office. “It has a shower as well.”
Drawing in a deep breath, she closed her eyes a moment before looking at me again. “I…” She glanced down at her dress again. “A shower would be nice. My clothes are in Megan’s office, and I wouldn’t want to damage this dress further with, er, stains.” Color swept into her cheeks, but a small smile broke through her sadness. “Although I doubt my outfit would be the subject of any type of political inquiry.”
I grinned, amused. “You’re safe. Politics isn’t my realm.”
She pursed her lips.
“I have clean T-shirts and sweats you can borrow. Or I can call security for a key to Megan’s office so you can get your things.”
“No,” she said. “Absolutely not.”
Her vehemence surprised me.
“In that case, you’ll find whatever you need in the drawers and closet in the bathroom.”
“Thank you,” she said.
Alone, I shoved my hands in my trouser pockets and paced.
A picture formed in my head, and I suspected the basis of Ryan’s meltdown over a fucking dress.
The sound of the shower fired my imagination. Ryan peeling away her dress and baring her beautiful, golden skin. Her flush of desire deepening from the warm water.
Blood filled my cock again, but I refused to join her in the shower. Fucking her wouldn’t solve the storm brewing.
I thought Megan knew I was off-limits, stayed away from Nicholas in fear of Tina’s wrath, and kept herself busy with my cousin. If nothing else, I believed she valued her job after my ultimatum.
Apparently, I was mistaken on all accounts.
Ryan didn’t take long to clean herself up. She’d rolled the legs of my sweats up so many times, a wad of material circled her ankles. My T-shirt hung midway down her thighs. She’d twisted her hair into a messy bun, while she’d washed away most of her makeup.
“I have to go to my office to get my purse,” she said, clutching the dress to her. “Luckily, I remembered to bring the key with me and not leave it in the pocket of my skirt.”
“Smart move,” I told her.
She lowered her lashes and thought for a moment before searching my face. “What now?”
Yes, what? First, I needed to talk to her sister. Reid might be a lying sonofabitch, but Ryan’s sister would tell me the truth if she was Concerned Sister.
In all fairness, I should’ve just asked Ryan about that night. I should’ve told her the truth about my knowledge of her parents’ deaths. I withheld the former because of her anticipated reaction.
Beyond that was my hard and fast no fraternizing rule. Of course, I overlooked the shenanigans of the trifling trio.
Yet, I couldn’t see myself agreeing to Ryan continuing to work if we were in a relationship. Today’s events only reinforced that idea.
“We pretend no carnal knowledge of each other, Ms. Hagen.”
She swallowed. “Right.”
“Will you be able to do that?”
“I’m going home and drown myself in wine,” she replied. “When I wake up tomorrow, I will pretend today never existed. None of it,” she added with vehemence.
I doubted that, but changed the subject. “Explain to me about the bracelet and the dress.”
“I’ll take up the matter with Megan. Nothing to concern yourself with, Mr. Keegan.”
“I am your boss; therefore itismy concern.”
