Page 74 of The Forbidden
Sullenly, I sulked for the rest of lunch, and the entire walk back to the Maxwell building. The anger inside me grew with every passing second. I didn’t know why I felt such rage. Technically, Evan and I weren’t together. He didn’t owe me an explanation. It just hurt to think that maybe he’d visited since being with me.
I had so many questions, and yet, I couldn’t ask them…
“You were quiet at lunch?” An amused voice snaps me from my thoughts.
I glare up at him, hissing out. “I didn’t fancy talking about my brother, andyoursexcapadesover sushi. Or what you all get up to at your little sex club.”
The words break free, now that Janice has left for the day.
His lips twitch. “You’re sulking about a sex club?”
“No,” I grumble, rising from my chair and grabbing my purse, desperate to get the hell away from him.
Evan steps in front of me, his hands in his pockets, giving off a casual, relaxed stance. “I’ve been to Elite once since you started interning here,” he tells me. “For a drink. Nothing else.”
“I didn’t ask,”
“I haven’t slept with a woman since before you started working here.”
“Don’t care.” I snap, putting my purse on my shoulder and stepping around him.
Evan’s hand darts out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist, stopping my escape. My heart hammers in my chest, mystomach tightens. I simultaneously love and hate the effect he has on me. I lift my chin, meeting his gaze.
“I’ll come over tonight. After I’ve seen my friends,” he murmurs, his eyes bouncing between mine.
My breath catches. Nine simple words. It would be so easy to give in… But I refuse to bend to his will. Can’t. I’m fully aware I’m being petulant, irrational even, but the thought of Evan in a sex club… I hate it.
“Don’t bother.” I bite out, yanking my wrist fee. “I wouldn’t want to interfere with your plans.” My eyes narrow. “And don’t bother sending me anymore flowers. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”
The sound of knocking wakes me from my sleep. Groggy, I take a quick glance at my phone, seeing it’s past midnight. My annoyance grows with every impatient thump on my door.
Sliding out of bed, I stomp out of my bedroom, flinging the door open without checking who it is. “Whoever you are, you better fu–” my words die on my tongue.
Evan stands on the other side. Unbothered. And so damn sexy…
I shake my head. Focus Anais.
He quirks a smile. “Did you forget I was coming over, Brat?” He steps closer. The smell of whiskey and cigar smoke fills my nostrils when his chest meets mine. His mouth drops to my neck, and he presses kisses to the sensitive skin. I shiver, my body heating with every press of his lips.
“Wh-what’re you doing here?” I stammer.
Evan pulls back to look at me, raising a brow. “I told you I was coming over after Jameson’s.”
My eyes narrow and I can’t help but snark. “Weren’t you going to the sex club with my brother?”
Evan chuckles, pulling me inside and closing the door behind him. His gaze shifts to the large bouquet of flowers he sent, before coming back to me. “No, Brat. You assumed that. Got yourself all worked up over something that has no place in this thing between us.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “And what is thisthing? What’s happening between us?”
He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “We’ve already had his conversation. So are you going to stand there pouting, causing issues out of non-issues.” His brow raises. “Or are you going to take me to your bedroom and let me slide my cock into your sweet pussy.” He pulls me against him, letting me feel his erection. “I know which I’d rather be doing.”
All the fight drains out of me, and Evan knows it. He smirks. I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom, noting this will be the first time we’ve had sex in one of our homes since the day we made our deal. My stomach twists when I remember I’ve never been to Evan’s penthouse. I make a mental note to change that.
Does that make me a stalker? No. Curious? Yes.
Evan begins undressing, removing the grey shirt from his body slowly. I nearly drool. His eyes flash with amusement. “I want you naked, Brat,” he murmurs. I snap out of my daze, glancing down at the matching silk pajama set I’m wearing. “Then get on the bed. Spread those legs as far as they’ll go and touch yourself.”
His command steals all the air from my lungs. Evan Maxwell is filthy. I want it all.
