Page 95 of Made to Sin

He ruined the scheme of things when he decided to stay home. He had a home office, but from what I’d noticed, he always commuted to the club. The sudden change was a curveball.

Hence, my question.

“Working,” he answered, gesturing to his paperwork like I was blind for missing it.

I hummed in acknowledgment and went aroundhim to get a glass of water. If he was going to act like everything was normal, so could I.

Except it was a little hard to pretend when I felt his eyes trailing my ass. My nearly see-through ass in leggings. With each step, the jiggles of my ass burned under his unwavering gaze. Whether it was modesty or pride, I didn’t call him out on it.

My breathing shallowed, and I eagerly sipped on the chilling liquid. The coolness was supposed to bring me to my senses, remove the provocative thoughts from my dirty mind, but it was moot. If anything, my senses heightened to the fullest extent.

He’s any other leering person. Control yourself.

I leaned on the nearest counter, the one he screwed me against two nights ago, and stared at him. His ruffled hair, his smooth skin, his straightened white dress shirt. I wanted it to be my turn to make him feel uncomfortable with my scrutinizing, but he unaffectedly returned to his work.

Gee, what a satisfying reaction.

“So,” I started, unsure of how to articulate my question. I was curious to a fault, and there was no non-offensive way to phrase it, so I asked directly. “Why are you working from home?”

He didn’t give me his full attention, keeping the focus on what he was jolting down. So he could give my ass all his attention, but not when I wanted to ask something?

I refrained from making snarky comments out loud but spewed a colorful variation in my head.

“If you must know, Katarina, we have an event to attend later tonight,” he said disinterestedly.

I idly nodded, taking more sips of my water as I comprehended his explanation. I nearly spat it back out when I realized the sly implication. “Wait,we?”

“Yes, it’s another charity for the organization. Eda says they’ve been low on funds.”

Although I wanted to go to support the cause, a gut feelingtold me to decline. It would be my first public outing with him. There was a difference between going to a nightclub versus a gala together. I wished I wasn’t a victim of social stigma, but I cared more about what people thought of me than I should’ve.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea… for us to be seen in public at an officialCosa Nostraevent together.”

“Why not?”

“People will get the wrong idea.”

He dropped the pen, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine.“What idea will they get? That wefuckalmost every night since your husband died? That you wake up in my arms every morning? There’s nothing to speculate that we haven’t done, sweetheart.”

I sawed on my bottom lip at the bluntness, mainly because it was true. “Just because we’d made certain choices doesn’t mean we should air them to the world.”

“Don’t make this a repeat of your first day of work, Katarina.”

My lips pressed into a thin line. I forgot he still didn’t know the truth behind that night. The very truth that kept me from going to this event with him.

“Don’t you like your big, scary front? People will think otherwise if they find out you’re helping me with good intentions.”

I mentally face-palmed myself at the lame explanation. It was probably the least of his worries.

The dry expression on his face told me he thought the same. “Who said I had good intentions?”

“If you try anything, I’ll scream.”

“I’d love to hear it, but we don’t have time tonight. Be ready at six sharp, Katarina.”

Ugh,there was no point in arguing with a wall. Everyone paraded their flings to charity galas, right? No need to overthink.

“Okay,” I weakly murmured, biting the rim of the water glass to quell the nerves.

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