Page 17 of His Little Secret in Discretion
“She is not just some girl.” My voice snapped out before I could reel it back.
Killian scoffed. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I miss the part where you’ve spent longer than twenty-four hours total with her? Half your time together was sex, the other half was you ogling her while she told you her life story. God forbid you actually learn awoman’s name before you stick your dick in her—but that’s just not in your character.”
“Seriously…” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yes, Blaine. I’m very serious.” His voice sharpened as he stood, hands braced against his desk. “This is what you do. You make impulsive decisions, you wedge yourself into places you don’t belong, and when it gets too messy, you disappear like the fucking wind. And I’m the one left cleaning up the fallout.”
“But Maia isn’t some business deal or contract.”
“And what is she, then? Other than a woman you met on a drunken night?”
I had nothing. My jaw clenched, but the words didn’t come.
Killian didn’t need to say more. He’d already gutted me with the truth—or his version of it.
I grabbed my keys, jacket, and phone, storming out before I did something reckless. I could feel his stare drilling into my back all the way to the elevator, but I didn’t care.
He could bark orders, throw my past in my face all he wanted, act like he’s the only one keeping my life from going up in flames.And dammit, maybe he is.
But that doesn’t mean I want to hear it. Not when all I can think about is her.
Inside, I leaned against the wall, forcing air into my lungs.
This was impulsive. Reckless. Me. Classic Blaine Porter. Absurd to be this wrapped up in where Sunshine would land, what job she’d take, how she’d get by.
But fuck… she was different. A good different. The kind that made me want to hear every worry she had just so I could take it off her shoulders. Spend the day with her instead of in the office. Fall asleep with her in my arms instead of alone. Wake up to her kisses in the morning, fuck her until she screamed at night.
Okay… maybe that last part was lewd. But the point stood.
What is she other than a woman you met on a drunken night?
Killian’s words echoed as I groaned internally. He was right. I shouldn’t have gotten involved.
I cared for her. But she was a distraction. Complicated. Time-consuming. Confident. Beautiful. Sexy.
A distraction I had no business trying to fix—or keep.
And yet, even knowing that… all I wanted was to drop to my knees and propose and bury my face between her thighs in the same fucking breath.
I knew I needed to let her go.
Walking into my penthouse, I found her stepping out of the bathroom—my Sunshine, in the flesh.
Not in lingerie. Not in one of my shirts. But in a gym set she’d left at work: black skin-tight leggings and a cropped long-sleeved crew neck that clung to her in ways that made my cock twitch on sight. The outfit was simple, but on her? Dangerous.
I set my keys and jacket on the counter, rolling up my sleeves as I closed the space between us. Her bouncy blonde waves begged to be fisted, tugged back, her body bent over the couch while I fucked her senseless.
Maybe this is what Killian meant. Maybe this is just sexual attraction.
But when I stopped in front of her, my chest went tight as her arms slid around my neck, pulling me into a hug.
“Hi, Mr. Porter…” she whispered, and my throat hummed back a low, “Hi, Sunshine. Did you enjoy your morning?”
“I did…” Her voice was soft, her body warm as she pressed closer. My hand skimmed down her back, lingering.
“Thank you, Blaine.”
The words stabbed straight through me. On my tongue sat the dismissal I thought I was supposed to give her—You should go now.But where the hell would she go?
