Page 64 of Good Girls Beg

"No excuses," I snarled. "Get it done." Before he could argue, I pressed my finger down on the screen to end the call. Waited, half-expecting him to call me back. Fortunately for both of us, he didn't.

"Did you get a chance to look at…" Fade stopped in the doorway.

"I just sent them back to you," I told him closing my laptop and gathering it up along with my phone. "I'm heading home."

In true Fade fashion, he leaned against the door and gave me a slow smile. "Why do I think shit is about to hit the fan?"

"Because it is." I tucked my laptop under my arm and my phone in my pocket. While I did, I told him what I'd seen.

His eyes flashed with unrestrained anger that was hot as fuck. I was tempted to tell him to close the door and suck my cock but that was going to have to wait. I had things at home I needed to deal with first.

"You weren't joking," he said. "I'm done for the day anyway. I'll come with you." Of course he couldn't use the word 'come' without adding inflection to it. That added to my frustration and rising erection.

"You can follow me." Had he forgotten he rode his bike in this morning?

Fade Mitchell wasn't leaving a hundred thousand dollar motorcycle sitting in the office garage all night. Not that anyone who knew him would dare touch it. It was the people he didn't know who might take that risk.

He grimaced at his own oversight and pushed himself away from the doorframe.

"Right. In that case, I'll see you at home because we both know I'll get there before you do."

"Don't kill anyone before I get there," I warned. "This needs to be taken care of carefully. Not going in half cocked."

"Have I ever done anything half cocked?" He pretended to be offended.

I gave him the side eye and closed my office door behind us before locking it.

"We've all made mistakes."

"Wait a minute, did the great Helmut Egger admit to not being perfect?" He strode beside me.

"No one is perfect, not even me," I said.

"Not even Teddie?" He was trying to bait me again.

I knew that look on his face. The one that said if he wasn't careful he was going to fall for her. I was tempted to punch him. I knew what he did with her in the media room. Teasing her before making her come. I should have been the one to do that, not him. I should have been the one with my hand inside her pussy, stroking her and making her come.

I wanted to hate him but I put it aside for now. That was something I could punish him for later, when he wasn't waiting for it. Expecting it. Getting hard in anticipation of it.

"Not even her," I said. She was pretty fucking close though. At least, I thought she was. Right now, though?

At the moment, I was almost angry enough to lock her down in the basement and leave her there to think about what she'd done. She was going to understand when I was finished with her. She'd know where the boundaries were and not to overstep them.

"Just me then." He flashed me a smile and pressed the button to call for the private elevator that would take us down to the garage. The other elevator went to all the other floors in the building but this one was the only one which went to my office. My time was only accessible to the people I chose to give it to. That number was small. The way I liked it. Trust wasn't something I gave easily, not even here.

I rolled my eyes and stepped into the elevator when the doors opened. Pressed the button to take us downward.

"You look tense," Fade said, letting his gaze linger on my face.

"I am tense," I said. "So are you."

"No argument there." He leaned against the back of the elevator, his face turned towards the mirrored ceiling. "I need more orgasms. We both do."

I responded with a brief grunt and watched the numbers as the elevator slid down the building, reaching the basement level with a soft bump.

The doors slid open without a sound.

Fade put a hand on my bicep before I could take a step out.