Page 60 of Coldhearted King

He scowls. “Of course not. You’d just screw your company’s client. How very conscientious of you.”

I’ve had enough of his pettiness. I have an answer about what happened, and I don’t want to look at his face anymore. I push my way past him and into the main office, only to grind to a halt when I see the figure standing by my desk.

What is Cole doing here?

Paul follows me out of his office, and obviously not expecting me to have stopped just outside of it, he runs into me, grabbing my hips to steady us both.

Cole’s eyes drop to Paul’s hands, and it’s as if every muscle in his body draws tight—like a predatory cat that’s about to strike.

I step forward, pulling out of Paul’s hold. When I shoot a glance at him over my shoulder, I can see he’s trying to stare Cole down.

This isn’t good.

I walk briskly to my desk. “Mr. King, can I help you with something?”

He’s staring over my head at Paul, but at my words, he looks down at me. His eyes narrow slightly. “I came to see how the new plans for the Chicago build are tracking?”

I’m not sure if I believe him. This is the first time he’s come down to the office since we’ve been here; normally we’re summoned if we’re needed. A part of me is ridiculously thrilled at the idea he might have come down here just to see me. The other part is nervous about how it might look to everyone else in the office.

Still, I smile at him, hoping to ease the tension around his eyes. “Of course. I have them here if you’d like to see them.”

He gives a curt nod, and I shuffle through the pile of plans on my desk until I find the ones I’m modifying. Cole stands beside me, his arm brushing mine. Paul loiters nearby, but when he catches my gaze on him, he scowls and returns to his office. The rest of the team sneak glances, but no one is openly staring.

As I point out the changes, there’s a light brush of fingertips against the back of my thigh. I suck in a breath, my voice faltering for a moment. Luckily, my desk is against a wall and my computer screens block the view from the office.

“Continue,” he says, and I clear my throat and talk about the structural changes I’ve made to the building so it can bear the green roof’s extra weight, as well as the modifications I’d suggested during our trip to Chicago. And as I do, his hand slides under my skirt, his knuckles brushing across my panties.

“Cole,” I whisper, even as his fingers slip under the material. I let out a shuddery breath. “What are you—”

“What were you doing with Paul?”

Before I can answer, he spears a finger inside me, and it takes everything I have to hold in the gasp that rises to my lips. My gaze flies around the room, and I’m relieved to see everyone’s gone back to their work and no one is looking at Cole and me.

I close my eyes for a second, wondering if it’s wrong that I should enjoy what he’s doing to me in an office full of my colleagues. Especially since I can hear the thread of accusation winding through his words.

His finger moves in and out of me as we stare down at the plans in front of us. I struggle to form words. “He was...uh...wanting to know why I would be reckless enough to sleep with you. And then...And then...”

I let out a little whimper as he adds a second finger.

“And then what, kitten?” His tone is dark, seductive.

“And then I asked him to explain why he cheated on me.”

“Did he give you a good reason?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Is there ever a good reason?”

He doesn’t answer the question, only studies me, his eyes dipping to my lips. “Are you looking for an excuse to take him back?”

I start to straighten, but he pushes his fingers into me, and I’m forced to brace my hands on the desk. “No, of course not.”

His fingers stop moving inside me, and he leans closer. “Good, because I’m not done with this sweet little pussy yet.” He leans a little closer. “And I have plans for her.”

He pulls his fingers out, smoothing the material of my panties over me.

“Can you show me the estimates?” he asks, as if he wasn’t just knuckle deep inside me.

With shaky hands, I pull out the sheet and place it on top of the plans. But he doesn’t care about the cost. It’s just an excuse for him to bend down and murmur in my ear. “You’re coming back to my place tonight. Stay late. We’ll leave straight from work.”

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