Page 44 of Don't Make Me Beg
Rather than commenting, I quirk a single brow as the growing tension between us cracks and sizzles. I know she feels it too.
She must give up on arguing altogether, because she gestures with her thumb over her shoulder. “I’ll… uh… I’ll just be going then.” She cowers as she begins tiptoeing toward the door, using her hand to shield her eyes.
With a disgruntled sigh, I slowly pull my pants back up, carefully tucking my painfully engorged cock inside. I wasn’t kidding; I had every intention of finishing if she hadn’t interrupted.
“Not so fast.” My words come out sharp and commanding, and she stops dead in her tracks. But she doesn’t turn back to look at me. “What were you doing in my office, Scout? I thought I told you not to come upstairs?” What I don’t ask is how she managed to slip by without L.O.K.I noticing.
A mixture of anger and arousal fights for dominance inside of me, and I clench my jaw as I wait for her response. Her breaths come out heavy, and her porcelain skin is flushed bright pink from her neck all the way up to her face. She fidgets under my stare but still won’t meet my gaze.
“I asked you a question,” I repeat a little louder.
I don’t miss the way she startles at my sharp tone, and I instantly feel like a dick. I may be angry at her, but I’d never want her to feel like she’s unsafe around me.
“I was…I was looking for…” She looks around, then her eyes widen as she picks up a pen from my desk and clenches it to her chest. “I was just looking for a pen. Figured I’d start working on some sketches for the mural.”
I lean against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest as I watch her attempt to regain her composure. I’ve always loved how flustered she gets when she’s uncomfortable.
“Let me get this straight… You snuck into my office, deliberately disobeying my only house rule… for a pen?”
She swallows thickly and nods.
We stand there for a moment, my gaze locked on hers until finally, she breaks the silence.
“Well… I’ll get out of your hair then… let you get back to it…” She gives me a salute, then spins on her heel and practically bolts out the door.
“Scout,” I call after her.
Her whole body freezes mid-step. “Hmm?”
“Next time I find you snooping in places you don’t belong, I won’t be so forgiving…”
She nods. “I… understand.”
I collapse in my desk chair with a sigh as I watch her leave.
What the fuck am I doing?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Scout
I wipe my sweaty palms against my sundress as we make our way up the brick staircase that leads to the Kingsleys front door.
After everything that’s transpired today, I spent the rest of the afternoon holed up in my bedroom, too afraid to step outside and face Luka.
At least I had L.O.K.I. to distract me. He didn’t waste any time cashing in on the promise I made to watch the Avengers movies with him.
We managed to get through the first Iron Man movie and had to pause midway through Thor Ragnarok before I had to get ready. Luckily, I’ve seen the movies before, because I don’t think L.O.K.I. stopped talking the entire time. Whether he was asking me if I saw something or sharing fun facts about the filming, it felt like I was watching a movie with a genius five-year-old.
I don’t know how Luka does it. Between fighting off the inappropriate images of Luka that seem to be playing on a loop in the back of my mind and trying to keep up with L.O.K.I.’s non-stop questions all afternoon—I’m beyond exhausted.
And now, to make matters worse, I have to spend the rest of the evening lying to Luka’s parents, who just so happen to be the nicest people on the planet.
That thought has the lead ball of guilt in my stomach twisting even more.
I was so distracted by everything earlier, I didn’t have time to overthink about what I’m walking into.
Do they know the truth about what really happened? Do they hate me? Will they be upset?
