Page 46 of Treason's Temptation
“Yeah, I am. Stop being nicer to him than you are to me.”
Navie caught my eyes roaming her body, but it was hard not to. Everything she did was so damn sexy. I couldn’t decipher whether it was a natural talent or one that had been rehearsed so much that this persona had become her personality. Even worse, I didn’t care if it wasn’t real. Navie had me hooked like a motherfucka.
Needing to touch her, my hand landed on Navie’s thigh. Her skin grew warm under my touch, then she popped me like a toddler reaching for the stove.
“I’m only yours when the cameras are rolling. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“The way you keep jumping when I touch you, we need more practice.”
“Then stop touching me so much. It’s starting to get on my nerves.”
“It’s not how you start, but how you finish.”
A knot rose in her throat while my finger strummed her thigh.
“The rate you’re going, you won’t be finishing either,” she fired back.
Most men might’ve been intimidated, but Navie’s sass was sexy. Compliant women stroked their ego, making them think they were something they weren’t.
“Do y’all need some privacy?” Ward asked.
“Lessprivacy if you’re offering,” Navie replied.
Her reply made Ward laugh, and that wasn’t an easy job. It seemed like Navie wasn’t just good for me but for him, too. My phone vibrated, interrupting my view of Navie watching the city blur past the window. It was likely Fallon, ready to scream because she expected me ten minutes ago. Usually, I was a stickler for time, but it wasn’t just me anymore. I had to account for Navie, too.
We arrived, and I held the door open, greeting my team hard at work on our way to my office.
“Where the hell have you been?” Fallon’s sentence stopped as Navie strolled in, “What is she doing here?”
“Good morning to you, too.” Navie smiled, wiggling her fingers.
It didn’t help that she sat at my desk with her heels propped on the corner.
“Now isn’t the time for games when we have a million things to do, Treason,” Fallon gritted.
“You’re really in trouble now,Treason,” Navie taunted.
“She’s not staying, so get started,” I replied, grabbing the folder waiting for me. After removing my jacket, I tossed it on the couch and sat down since my desk was occupied.
“Are you sure you want her to stay for this?” Fallon repeated, making me curious.
“Yeah, he’s sure. If you’re gonna talk about me, at least do it to my face,” Navie said, reading the room.
“Good news, this little act is working,so far. The blogs have been running wild with photos of the two of you leaving dinner. To build off that momentum, I scheduled a few appearances, including MINT. They agreed to our terms, so I need you to rehearse the questions I emailed to you. It’s stuff real couples know about each other, so take this seriously. It’ll make or break the public’s perception.”
“Why are we doing a sit-down with MINT?” I asked, curious.
“It was your girlfriend's idea,” Fallon replied.
“Better than the idea you came up with,” Navie retorted, not even looking up from her phone.
Mine rang, and I walked over to my desk so Milaya could tell me that Miss Dot had abandoned her morning calls to come here in person. She was in the lobby, demanding to see me, but she’d have to wait. This meeting was more important.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Bad news, there are whispers about Navie’s mom being a high-level prostitute. They’re trying to use old photos of you and Lorenzo Strathmore Jr to remind the public that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”
I flipped through my tablet, only half listening, until I noticed Navie was quiet. She was never quiet, and her eyes weren’t on Fallon anymore, either. The room paused, giving her a chance to reply, but she stared out the window in a daze, so Fallon continued.
