“You have about five seconds to explain why you’re here before I call security.”
I don’t move. “Five?”
Her jaw tightens. “Four.”
I tilt my head slightly, watching her. My gaze drops briefly to where her fingers rest against the edge of the desk.
“I’m not here for anything nefarious, Ms. Beaumont,” I tell her. “I simply want to talk.”
Her lips press together briefly. The irritation in her expression is clear as day.
“Besides,” I continue, walking closer, ignoring the change in her expression, the slight panic in her eyes, “if you were going to call security, you’d have done it already. Which tells me you’re curious.”
She pauses for a moment, during which I drop into one of the chairs behind her desk. She sucks in a sharp breath before straightening and heading to her chair, putting the wooden desk between us like it matters. She takes a seat as well, her expression resolute, closed off.
“Let me guess. You’re here to gloat. Revel in the fact that you got me to climb into bed with you. That we slept together. I was wondering when you’d show your face in front of me again,” she states.
I study her for a second before my lips pull up in a small smirk.
“We slept together?” I ask, my eyebrows furrow as I feign confusion. “According to you, nothing happened that night.”
Her jaw clenches so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t crack from the effort. The force of her glare could cower weaker men, bring them to their knees. Instead I meet it with an easy stare of my own.
“Just say what you want and leave,” she grits out.
“I want you to drop the case.”
Silence. Not shock. Not confusion. Just.. stillness.
Her eyes narrow slightly, “You think I’m just going to drop the case against your family?”
I shake my head slowly, “Not that one. The Bratva one.”
She pauses, this time managing some surprise, “How do you even know about that?”
“I have my sources. And you’re in way over your head. Drop the case.”
Another pause. Then quietly, she says, “No.”
“What?”
She meets my gaze, fire in her expression.
“Would you like me to say it in Italian?” she questions. “Noh.”
I tilt my head slightly, irritation sliding beneath my skin.
“Stai attenta, bella,” I murmur, warning her to be careful. “You’re on thin ice.”
“What’s it to you?” she snaps. “You’ve won. At least for now. I have to take down bigger fish, so you get to stay safe in your little bubble a little while longer.”
I know she’s baiting me, but damn if she doesn’t have me right where she wants me. I stand up and walk over to where she’s sitting.
“Bigger fish, huh? Cute. But I know you don’t believe that, princess. I don’t think you’ve ever had anything bigger,” I say, closing the gap between us.
I love the way her breath catches when I press my length against her back and tilt her head back to look at me. She’s wearing a pink lipstick and her pretty little mouth is slightly opened.
Fuck, I want those lips around my cock so fucking bad it hurts.
