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“I think your husband has no idea what a greedy slut his innocent bride is capable of being.”
My eyes snap up to his, fury and something else I’m not willing to admit to pulsing through me.
“Is that a threat?”
“Most definitely,” he hisses back. “So please, go boo-hoo to Massimo. I’m dying to tell him all the things he doesn’t know about his wife.”
I shiver, my breath coming in staccato bursts as he leans down close to me, and then even closer, until I can feel the heat of his breath against my ear. My eyes flutter closed in spite of myself.
“All the wet holes I fucked…” Alistair murmurs darkly.
My core clenches and heat pools traitorously between my thighs.
“All the ways you were my eager, willing, greedy cock slut…”
“You’re a bastard,” I choke.
I almost gasp at the coldness that sweeps over me as Alistair pulls abruptly away. He steps back and turns sharply on his heel before stalking back over to his desk and sitting behind it again.
“Noted,” he spits. “Anything else?”
Goddamn him.
Ten fucking years later, and he still does this to me. Because Alistair Black is my drug of choice. My sin. My temptation.
My undoing.
“We’re done here. Katerina will find you a cubicle?—”
“I’m an associate, Alistair.”
“No, you’re a parasite, Eloise,” he snaps back. “Let’s be crystal fucking clear about something. You’re here strictly because your fucking husband demanded it in exchange for his business. He bought you a place here at the firm. And for that, I, the other partners, and the firm itself, owe you nothing.” He laughs coldly. “What do you want, Eloise? A fucking corner office?”
“How about an ounce of respect!”
“Fresh out of it,” he fires back. “Find a fucking cubicle and start in on the case files that’ll be sent to your desk. I’d move fast, by the way. The stack will be taller than you before lunch, I promise.”
Gee, thanks, asshole.
He fixes me with a look. “Something you’d like to share with the group?”
“No, just…” I clear my throat. “Katerina mentioned that I’ll need to change my name with HR. You have it down as Carveli.”
“Yes. That’s your fucking name.”
I shake my head. “It’s still LeBlanc.”
Alistair’s brow cocks. “So…”
“So…I’ll need to change it?—”
“Which you can do on your own time, after work.”
“Okay, but?—”
“There is no but,” he barks. “That’s it. Matter discussed; case closed. Now, is there anything else you’d like to waste my fucking time talking about?”
My mouth purses tightly as I glare at him.
