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Nothing like the sinner who killed her father.
Chapter 7
IwatchLenixparkacross the street from her office building, mindlessly running my index finger and thumb down my mustache while I lean beside the front door. It’s a habit I can’t break since I let it grow out. I’m sure it makes me look like some kind of Machiavellian villain but who gives a fuck really.
Her long bronzed legs are the first thing out of her black Saab. She’s tall—taller than most in heels. It only accentuates the air of royalty she carries with her anywhere she goes, and people can’t help but stop and stare. Her straight black hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating her face and neck, lips painted a deep red, her dark brown eyes looking almost feline by the bold lining framing them. Today, she’s wearing gold—and I’m like every other fool who can’t stop staring. Her dress pulls high up her thighs when she climbs out and my jaw tightens. I try to look away but my gaze zeroes in like a goddamn sniper ready for the kill instead.
She crosses the street and I can tell she’s biting her bottom lip even from here. Something is making her nervous, a wild look in her eye, and it’s certainly not me since she hasn’t spotted me yet. I’ve had years to perfect the casual, slightly arrogant pose I adopt now, leaning near the entrance, my hands tucked into my pants pockets.
When she does finally notice me, her steps stutter for a millisecond before she sends me a death stare but continues on her path inside the building. I follow right behind, the click of her heels, the only sound echoing inside the silent lobby while we head to the elevators. She continues to ignore me while we wait, her eyes fixed on the descending floor numbers as if she can will it to go any faster. The doors ding, sliding open and we walk in.
Somehow, this loaded silence percolating between us is as entertaining as when she’s slinging insults my way so I happily let her stew knowing she’ll eventually crack.
By the second floor, she does.
“When did you become such a suit guy?”
I smirk in surprise—of all the things I thought she would say.
“Bothered?”
She scoffs under her breath, pressing her painted lips together, her eyes still locked on the blinking numbers above us. “Why would I bebothered?”
I shrug a shoulder, my mouth watering at the thought of taunting her. “You’re the one who brought it up… ” I take a step closer, expecting her to move away but she doesn’t. She just continues to stare straight ahead. “Does the sight of me in a suit excite you?” I say in a low conspiratorial tone. “Tell me, do I still make you wet, darling?”
My fingers graze her forearm and she flinches, the doors dinging open at the same time. Flustered, she turns and glares at me. With her heels, we’re at eye level—and something about it excites me. My lips curl into a provoking smirk, waiting for her to speak.
If a look could kill, I’d be in hell. But I’d do it again and again just to see her like this.
Pure fire. And I’m the gasoline.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she grits out as I let her push me into the elevator wall. My grin widens when she wraps her hand around my throat. “That was years ago Connor, get over it already.” Her grip tightens before giving me a quick shove, releasing me. Turning away, she walks out the doors. From over her shoulder she says, “Or better yet, sign the damn papers.”
That same sick thrill blazes through me as I follow her out.
“What papers?” I ask innocently, matching her quick strides through the hallway.
“Ugh!” Stopping dead in her tracks, she swivels around, looking ready to attack me, and I give her a bright smile. Her eyes narrow. Her chest rises. But then she closes her eyes and takes a large breath in. “You know what? Fuck this and fuckyou. This little game you love to play anytime you see me, even aftermonthsof blissful absence where I managed to avoid you, which, for some reason, feels impossible lately,” she says in exasperation, rolling her eyes dramatically, then looks back at me with a sudden cold stare. “It’s boring me.You’reboring.”
She quirks a brow arrogantly while saying it, then turns back around and heads inside her office. I chuckle mirthlessly, following her.
“I’m anything but boring, Lenny.”
“Who’s boring?” Sunny asks, distracted by whatever’s on her computer screen.
I flop on the couch, my expression still amused while Lenix shoots me a searing glare before she sits down at her desk.
“Connor,” Lenix answers.
“Connor’s boring?” Sunny repeats.
“Yes,” she responds primly.
Sunny finally looks up, seeming to realize how absurd this whole exchange is. “What are you two even on about now?”
I open my mouth to answer but she cuts me off. “I changed my mind, I don’t care. What are you doing here Connor? I thought we were meeting later with Byzantine.”
I shrug, fixing a disinterested look on my face. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d show Lenix the yacht club.”
