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Asshole.
I glared at him. However, he wasn’t the least bit intimidated.
I didn’t have time for this.
I needed to get back to the meeting, but a minute after, I would show Fiona Donnelly her place once and for all.
Right on her knees before me, sucking my dick, instead of defying me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The audacity of that man.
I forced myself not to think about how good the kiss felt or how good his arm felt around me.
Or how, just for a split-second, I was actually almost glad he kind of saved me from Cherry and Floyd.
I’d never had a threesome. And if I were completely honest, I’d much rather have one with two men than a couple.
I’d been the third wheel all my life; at least in my sexual fantasies, I wanted to be the center of attention.
Master Alex. A shiver ran down my spine before I caught myself. Not that I wanted to be the center of Alex’s attention.
Not at all.
Absolutely not…even though…
No.
Not even on the fringes.
I narrowed my eyes, then looked around his office. Once I was out of here, I would show him. I could poison him—slow and painful.
Or just shoot him?
I shook my head. The level of cruelty necessary and appropriate for him was not something I could stomach.
I went to his desk; the drawers held nothing of interest. Should I trash his office? Maybe his computer because, come on, locking me up twice—now, that was steeping low. And why wouldn’t he just let me go anyway?
Wait. The secret door.
It took me forever to find the book that triggered the secret mechanism—a classic—Don Quixote by Cervantes—only to come face to face with one of Alex’s suits.
He narrowed his eyes and growled—I retreated back into the office—he closed the secret door.
Damn.
In the end, I slouched down on the sofa, exhaled.
Then went through my purse.
Because honestly, wasn’t that the only thing that counted? I had my purse back—my means to freedom.
I sighed when I saw everything was still there. Passport, phone, even the money in my wallet. Wow. Not a single thing was stolen.
So how powerful was Alex Falcone really?
I pulled him up on my phone. He even had his own Wiki entry—which read very much as if he was a choir boy, which he very definitely wasn’t. Because choir boys didn’t kiss like that.
