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She really is mad.
“Why is your life falling apart?” I ask, in all seriousness.
“What? I… that’s none of your business!”
“Didn’t we have a good time?”
“Yes, but… what you did. It’s wrong! You pretended to be someone else…”
“It’s not wrong if we both enjoyed it.”
“Who even are you?”
“I’m Khristian Petrov. CEO of Tre’sor and Platinum holdings.”
“I paid for sex!” she whisper-shouts, as if I’m dumb.
Technically her friends did, but now isn’t the time to split hairs. I’ve also rectified that whole situation and they were never charged. I don’t need her money, and now it seems I may not even have her at all.
“Actually, they didn’t.”
“Yes, they gave me a gift voucher…” She turns a shade of red that I am starting to adore.
“Which I’ve reimbursed.”
“I can’t believe this.”
I let the silence settle between us.
“Did you take my panties?” she asks and I try my best to keep a straight face.
“Yes. They were pretty.”
She stares at me incredulously. No words escaping from her sweet lips.
“Say what you need to say, Krasavitsa.” She has a right to get it off her chest.
“You asshole!”
I roll my lips.
“This isn’t funny!” she adds. “You don’t see me laughing, do you?”
“I’m not laughing either.” I wave my hands in front of me in surrender. “Would you believe me if I told you that I thought you were the most beautiful, intriguing woman I’ve ever laid eyes on? And the idea that any other man would get to have you made me want to slit their throats? That’s what made me take action.”
“Take action? Like I’m tragic? I can’t believe you lied to me. That Margaret…”
“Don’t blame her. She’s paid to do as I say.”
“Have you…” She closes her eyes, shaking her head. I don’t like upsetting her. My hackles rise that I’m doing this to her. “Have you done this kind of thing before?” Her face is horrified.
I shake my head. “Never. I don’t deny myself anything in life, Imogen. If I see something I want, I take it. I knew we’d be good together, and we were. I’m sorry I deceived you. Truly, that was never my intention. Denying myself being back in your bed again these last few days has been hell, by the way.”
I can’t tell if she’s going to have a major meltdown, scream and yell or throw things at me, or jump me over the desk. I seriously doubt it’s the latter, but one can hope.
“You can’t say things like that.” She tucks her hair behind her ear again. A nervous habit which is adorable on her. “It doesn’t give you the right to just go doing whatever you please.” She pushes up her glasses and my dick jerks in my pants.
“I can say whatever I want. I’m the boss. And weren’t you pleased?”
