Page 31 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

There’s another knock on the door, but this time I don’t get a chance to respond. The door opens, and Leah comes barging into my office.

“I’d like to have a look at the different design templates that are being considered.” She stops halfway to my desk, hand on her hip.

I lean back in my chair. “Good morning to you, too.”

Outside, I’m cool as a cucumber. Inside, I’m a bubbling pot of irritation and desire that might boil over at any moment.

Leah ignores my greeting. “Can I see them or not?”

“I’m in a meeting.” I blink at her. “Can you not see that?”

“I don’t mind at all.” Owen waves his hand. “This sounds important.”

Leah sits down in the chair next to Owen and crosses her legs, giving me a clear view of her cleavage.

I force myself to look away. This is not the time or place to be thinking about her body.

And she knows it. The fucking temptress. She’s only dressing this way because she’s trying to drive me wild.

And, fuck her, it’s working.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your meeting,” Leah says, not sounding sorry at all. “But I need to see the designs as soon as possible.”

Sighing, I pick up a pen and click its end. I’m desperate to put my energy somewhere, and since ripping her clothes off and taking her on this desk isn’t an option, I have to figure something else out.

“Mike said you didn’t okay me looking at the designs.” She raises her eyebrows. “Why is that?”

“Because I was waiting to see them,” I say, trying not to grind my teeth. It’s hard to concentrate when she’s got on a tight top and short skirt. “I have a schedule for this project, and everyone needs to be on the same page.”

She folds her arms, which only amplifies her cleavage. “So you were going to okay them before I even got to look at them. I don’t get a say?”

“You get a say…” I slowly say, “after I do. I’ll send you my picks, and then you can decide what you like. Of course, the final choice does rest with me.”

She throws her hands up. “So then why are you planning on having me look at them at all, if you’re just going to do what you want?”

I chuckle. This is driving her crazy, and I don’t feel bad about it at all, considering she’s been doing whatever she can to stir up trouble around here.

Leah’s face turns red, and I can tell that the longer I wait to answer, the more it’s driving her crazy.

So I wait a little longer, just for the fun of it.

“Isn’t that what you want?” I ask, teasing her. “You don’t want me to give you what you want?”

The double entendre couldn’t be missed if she tried. Somehow, her face turns even redder. It spreads down her neck to her chest…

I quickly snap my gaze back up to her face. I’d rather die than have her know just how much power she has over me.

Leah narrows her eyes at me, and I swear I can feel her anger radiating off of her. A slow moment passes, and I consider what to do.

I could tell her off for coming in here, interrupting my meeting. I could tell her that she doesn’t have the right to tell me how to do my job. I could also remind her that she’s low man on the totem pole and that she doesn’t get to tell me what to do.

But I don’t need to get into a pissing contest with her. Not now, not ever.

Leah huffs out a breath and stands, her skirt riding up slightly as she does so. “Fine,” she says, her voice tight. “I’ll wait for your picks. But I better not be kept waiting for long.” She gives me a final glare before stalking out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor.

“Have a great day, then,” I call as the door closes behind her.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. This whole situation is getting out of hand, and the last thing I need is to be distracted by Leah’s body or fiery attitude.

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