Page 28 of The Boss's Temptation

I arrived at Micheal’s house with two suitcases. Yesterday, I woke up to probably a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of new stuff. And of course, all of it fits me perfectly. Believe me, I’ve been cooped in my room long enough to have tried it all on. Including the array of new bathing suits...

I blush. But I stand. I walk through the rooms to my walk in and open the drawer full of suits. They’re all bikinis—all extremely fancy, pretty revealing ones too. I run my fingers over a few until I stop at the lime green one. It’s not scandalous. But it’s not modest either. I blush again and bite my lip. Dirty thoughts flit through my mind.

This one will be perfect.

I dress quickly. I pause at a mirror and pull my hair back. I don’t even know what I’m doing. But I do know the desire I feel coursing through my veins. I felt lust for Micheal before. When he touched me, and kissed me, and when he put his mouth on me, I knew I wanted more.

But now that I know who he is? Now that I realize that he’s the very man I’ve been fantasizing about for ten years? Now I crave him. Even if I know it’s wrong. Even if I know he’s avoiding me.

I put on sunglasses, wrap myself in a towel, and pick up my book. I walk down to the pool. Micheal is swimming laps. I quietly find a seat in a pool chair and lay out. The sun warms my skin. It makes me tingle all over. So does watching him.

Finally, he comes to a stop at the far end. He rests on the edge of the pool, his shoulders heaving. He turns, and his eyes lock onto me. I tremble. I look right back, though he can’t tell with my sunglasses on. I watch his brow furrow. His jaw tenses.

He slips back into the water and slowly swims back to my side. My pulse races when he easily lifts his muscled, perfect body from the water. He’s dripping wet, muscles hard when he walks over to me.

“What are you doing?”

I shrug. “Sunbathing.”

He’s looming over me. God he’s so gorgeous. He’s so captivatingly magnetic.

“What are you playing at, Katrina?” He growls quietly.

“Nothing,” I snap. Micheal growls. “I’m just laying out by the pool. Is that allowed?” I’ve never felt sass inside of me like this. But he makes it come rushing out. It’s part bitterness of him marrying me and then avoiding me. It’s part that I want him, badly.

“In that,” he grunts.

“Yes, in this,” I sass back. “You bought it,” I mutter. I open my book and tilt my head down to it. But behind the shades, I’m still looking at him and trying not to tremble.

“What’s your angle here, Katrina,” he growls.

“My angle?”

“What did Anton ask you do here, hmm?

I stare at him, “What, like spying on you?”

“Is that the angle?”

“There’s no angle!” I snap. “My angle is, I’m being forced to live here. I have no one to talk to, I’m bored, and you’re avoiding me. That’s it.”

His brow darkens. He glares at me. I sigh and yank my sunglasses off. I glare right back up at him.

“One minute you want me,” I hiss quietly. “The next you don’t. And now I’m a spy? Make up your fucking mind,” I snap.

He frowns deeply. “Watch it.”

“No, you watch it!” I hiss. “I’m not going to wake up every day wondering where I stand with you! If you don’t want me, just fucking say so, okay?” I grumble. I turn back to my book, trembling all over.

Micheal is silent. I want to stay strong and keep looking at the book. But I break first. I look up, and I tremble. His eyes are sliding over me. I can feel the tingle of heat from his gaze. My skin prickles, and my nipples harden under the bikini top.

“You think I don’t want you?” Micheal growls.

“I have no idea, Micheal. You’ve barely spoken a word to me since we got married.”

He growls. “And you’re not at all thrown by what we learned the other day. It doesn’t at all make you see how fucked up this is? How wrong what we did…” he frowns. “What this is?”

“Fine, so we’re clear then,” I snap angrily. “That’s a no on wanting me or wanting anything to do with me.” I slam my book shut and stand abruptly. “Got it loud and clear!”

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