“It didn’t seem to bother you in your office last week,” I retort before I can stop myself. He laughs, amused.
“Because we did nothing to raise suspicion.”
Yeah, like you wouldn’t have bent me over your desk, given the chance.
“Sorry,” I mumble. The last thing I want to do is annoy him. “Would you prefer I go?” I hold my breath, almost positive he’s going to let me in, but with enough doubt to worry.
“It’s fine. Just be careful next time, okay?” He moves aside just enough for me to squeeze through. His hand grazes my backside as I do. I cringe as his lips brush my neck. “I’m in the middle of a big merger and I could use a little unwinding.”
“You read my mind,” I say, forcing a smile.
“I can’t wait to taste your wet little pussy.”
I almost dry heave as he presses his lips against mine. Think about Jaxon. Whatever I have to do, he’s worth it. As Ryan’s mouth crushes against mine, I imagine it’s Jaxon I’m kissing.
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sp; “Should we go somewhere more private?” I ask, pulling away. I glance at the clock behind his head. Fifteen minutes. I need to stall him for fifteen minutes.
“Why?” he shrugs. “You have nothing to worry about, honey. Anita won’t be home for hours and Kasey will be gone all week.”
“Staff?” I point out, my voice cracking. To my relief, he nods.
“Better to be safe, I guess. Though they know well enough not to say anything about what I do with my spare time,” he remarks.
I can only imagine how many other women he’s fucked while his wife is away. His creepiness knows no boundaries. I follow him through the silent house, in the opposite direction of where I know his office to be. Alarm bells are going off in my head. Not that I’m any safer in his office, but at least I won’t find myself chained to a bed.
“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep my voice neutral.
“Somewhere more private, like you suggested.” he responds.
He gives me an odd look, a frown on his thin lips. Shit. The reality of what I’m doing sinks in and I begin to feel sick. This could all go wrong so easily.
“You’re looking a little off,” he adds. His frown deepens, and I can see the wheels turning in his mind. I need to act before he figures out something is up. I’ll worry about the rest later, because if he shuts down and refuses to talk, there will be no plan to fuck up.
“I’m fine,” I assure him. I reach out and touch his arm affectionately. “I thought we could have a drink or something first.”
“Of course,” he nods. “Silly of me not to offer. Wine? Something stronger?” I badly want something stronger, but instead I ask for wine. I don’t want to pass out because I can’t handle my alcohol.
I start following him back to the kitchen via the living room. He turns around to address me. “You can wait for me here if you like.”
I nod and sink into a huge armchair. I run my hand over the soft cream leather, waiting until he’s out of sight. If I can keep him in here for a few more minutes, then everything will be fine.
He returns moments later with our drinks. I smile as he hands me my glass and take a sip. The dry liquid coats my throat, almost immediately clouding my thoughts. Yes, definitely a good idea to stay away from the hard stuff.
“Now, shall we move this somewhere more comfortable?” he asks. He raises an eyebrow. I’m opening my mouth to respond when I hear the doorbell ring. Sighing, he puts down his glass. I can see he’s annoyed. “I’ll be back in a moment. Wait here.”
As soon as he leaves the room I’m on my feet. I’m behind him, back far enough that he doesn’t notice me. I stand behind the archway leading into the foyer where I have a perfect view of the front door. I hold my breath as he opens it.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, his voice hushed. Brynne smiles at him coolly and pushes her way inside.
“Aren’t you happy to see me, Ryan?” She walks through the foyer with such confidence that I feel a twinge of jealousy. “It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough,” he mutters. “Do you need more money? Is that it?”
She laughs. “Not everything is about money, Ryan. Why can’t we just chat, like old friends?”
He wipes the sweat from his forehead and shifts uneasily on his feet. Glancing back in the direction of where he left me, he curls his hand around her forearm.