Page 27 of Treason's Temptation
“I need a moment with my client,” Treason tossed over his shoulder. Officer Smith nodded, shutting the door on his way out. Alone, he studied me, gaze flicking over my body as he checked for damage. “That floor is dirty as fuck. Get up.”
He stood perfectly calm and in control because he’d orchestrated every inconvenience I faced, down to sitting on this dirty ass floor he was scolding me about.
“Get out!” I fussed, smacking the hand he offered meagain.
“That’s no way to treat your boyfriend, who’s been worried about yo’ ass all day,” Treason fussed, pulling me off the floor anyway.
On my feet, I shoved him and sat at the table.
“What the hell did you do?” I hissed, but Treason disregarded my question, leaning against the table.
“Are you okay? Did they fuck with you?”
“Yeah, they did. I’ll need therapy for the rest of my life, thanks to you and them.”
He laughed, “You need therapy, but it isn’t because of me.”
“Youput me here.”
“Youput yourself here. We could’ve had fun at the spa, but choices have consequences, Navie.”
Disgusted and angry, my fist clenched, ready to fire back, when the door opened.
“I’m not done with my client!” He barked, and the door shut abruptly.
A reminder that my options were limited.
“Why do you want me so bad?” I asked, trying to drown out the voices that tugged me in different directions.
“Believe it or not, I see something in you. Real shit, you’re more than just a pretty face, and I don’t wanna see it thrown away or worse if it lands in the wrong hands.”
He almost sounded sincere.Almost, but life taught me not to believe in saviors—or sexy men who promised you the world.
. . . but Treason was my only way out right now.
“What do you want from me?”
“My offer hasn’t changed despite you making me go through a lot of bullshit to make your life easier. Just think of me as your work husband.”
I heaved at the thought while Treason shook his head, “Please. You’re not doing this for me.”
“I’m doing this forusbecause that’s what partnership is about. I get what I need, and you get what you want.”
“You can’t possibly give me what I want.”
“Try me,” he replied, leaning in.
“Freedom. So get me out of here and cut your losses,” I suggested, my last-ditch effort before I sold my soul.
My past wasn’t pretty and held many secrets. The kind that could damage Treason’s reputation and aspirations. While the thought made me horny, it wasn’t worth the trouble.
“I don’t take losses, so you have two options. Leave with me, or let the justice system sort out thismishap. They’re really fair and understanding with people who look like us.”
“Being with you is trading one prison for another.”
“You think being with me is worse than this shit?” he frowned, insulted.
“Treason, don’t do this,” I muttered, defeat pulling me under like a tidal wave.
