Page 75 of Deceived Wrath

“Then I guess we should hit Macy’s and find you some ridiculously sexy office attire for when he returns.”

I smile. “It couldn’t hurt.”

“Maybe he’ll throw in a raise as well as an orgasm.”

It’s almost five o’clock by the time I arrive back home.

My arms are aching from carrying so many shopping bags, but I haven’t been able to stop smiling all day.

Spending time with Zoe really lifted my spirits, and I can’t lie, it felt good to treat myself to some new clothes now that I don’t have to anxiously check my bank account every time I dare to buy a coffee.

I force myself to hang up all of my new skirts and dresses before they get too creased and take a long, hot shower, exfoliating and shaving every inch of my body just in case Cormac decides he wants me to stay late tomorrow. The thought sends a thrill through me.

It’s been less than twenty-four hours, and already I’m craving his touch. I know this is bad, but sex with Cormac is just too good for me to care about the consequences, and if it helps me pay off my debt to Lorcan, then that’s a bonus.

After stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself and pad into my bedroom, where I light a few candles and turn on the twinkle lights above my bed. I’m excited to climb between the sheets and actually fall asleep before midnight for once.

I throw on a pair of fresh pajamas and go to retrieve some cookie dough ice cream that I keep in the freezer for nights just like this.

With a pint of ice cream in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other, because I’m feeling extra fancy, I head back into my bedroom and climb into bed, ready for a few hours of uninterrupted trashy TV time.

Setting my supplies down on the bedside table, I pick up my phone to check that my alarm is set and see a new message on the screen.

CORMAC: Don’t wear underwear tomorrow.

Suddenly, the thought of getting up at five a.m. doesn’t sound too bad.

Chapter Sixteen

CORMAC

I didn’t geta moment’s rest on the flight back to New York. I was hoping by the time I arrived back at the penthouse, my body would at least give out and let me get a few hours’ sleep before I needed to be at the office, but no. My mind was working on overdrive, thinking of Scout.

Even the promise of moving him out here to be with me might not be enough to get him to behave for Ray, in the meantime. And the thought of him sneaking out again…

The sooner I bite the bullet and bring him here to be with me, the better, if only so I can get some much-needed sleep.

It’s not much past six by the time I step off the elevator and head toward my office.

The place is deserted, which is unsurprising. The only person who is ordered to come in before eight is Fiona. And that’s not even out of necessity. I just like ordering her around, knowing that she will obey my every demand with a smile on her face.

When I turn down the corridor where my office is situated and notice the light on across the hall, my own lips twitch at the corners.

It seems Fiona was eager to get to work today. I wonder why…

Perhaps it has something to do with the message I sent her last night before I boarded my plane.

I stop outside the door and look in. Whoever designed it so that the entire front wall of my assistant's office is glass deserves a raise.

Fiona doesn’t notice me, and for a moment, I watch her flit around the office barefoot, wearing a deep blue dress that I haven’t seen before.

It’s even more figure-hugging than the skirts she tends to favor, which is both a blessing and a curse because that ass is already on my mind enough as it is.

I’ve barely scratched the surface of the things I plan on doing to Fiona, and that dress is only making my list longer.

Fiona turns around and almost jumps out of her skin at the sight of me standing there, holding a hand to her chest, which of course immediately draws my eyes to the soft swell of her breasts peeking out through the neckline of her dress.

I fight a smile as I open the glass door and step inside. “Good morning, Miss Callahan.”