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There’s a lightness around him.
Each night, he asks me out for dinner or tempts me with a horror movie night at his place just to have me spend time with him after work. But I say no every time. My rejection, never crushing his determination to try again.
I had convinced myself I had cut him out of my heart but the truth is, he never left. Not for one lingering second. Whenever I stare at him too long, a tiny voice inside me murmurs…
Can I trust him?
My heart says yes, while my mind screams no. A tug-of-war is ensuing and I don’t know which voice to listen to.
A high-pitched laugh pulls me from my musings and I scowl because I know that sound. It’s my super-flirty and very married client, Neeta. When her annoyingly screeching laugh that she believes to be sexy bleeds into my ears again, I rise from my desk and peer through the window in my office.
Red-hot jealousy flares.
She stands in a skimpy dress that barely holds her breasts, which she is currently thrusting into Dash’s face—or at least trying to—while resting her greedy paws on his arm. Seriously? Why is she here? I already finished designing her guest house a couple of days back.
And Dash—why isn’t he taking her hand off him?
Who cares? We’re not together. He can flirt with whoever he wants. With that thought, I push back from the window. My resolve only lasts for a second before I’m turning back and yanking open my door. At the loud thump, the woman startles and drops her hand before reluctantly looking at me. Annoyance creeps into her plastic face at the interruption.
I give a saccharine smile. “Neeta, I didn’t know we had an appointment.”
“Oh no. We don’t,” she replies, flicking her wrist like she’s the goddamn queen or standing at a beauty contest. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought of coming by to say hi.”
“How nice. How is Mr. Seth?”
Her smile falls when I blatantly ask about her husband. I feel Dash’s amused attention on me, which I ignore. I’m not jealous. Just wouldn’t want him to make a mistake by sleeping with a married woman.
All lies, Bianca,my mind taunts.
She clears her throat. “He is good. Actually, I’m getting late. It was good to see you, Bianca.” Her lecherous gaze drools over Dash desperately and she drops her voice to a purr. “Dash. Hope to see you soon.”
The second her suffocating perfume vanishes, Dash’s laser focus lands on me and they narrow in warning when I try to sulk back to my office.
“What was that, kitten?”
“What?” I nonchalantly reply. “I just came to say hi.”
“So you weren’t jealous a second ago?”
I huff a laugh and roll my eyes. “Of course not. I have no reason to be.”
“Really?” he taunts.
“Yes,” I snap. “You can fuck whoever you want. Just leave my clients alone.”
“It’s a good thing I only have eyes on the boss.”
His seductive and dark voice turns my nipples into hard peaks, making his attention zoom in on them. Can he tell that his proximity leaves me so turned on, that each night I have to overwork my vibrator just to fall asleep? That only thoughts of him, the memory of him growling filthy orders in my ear and the way his cock would stretch my pussy, can make me orgasm?
“Stop looking at me like that because I can only be patient for so long, kitten.” His low and threatening growl pushes through the cloud of lust.
“I am not,” I deny, and the mocking look he gives has me blurting, “and besides, I have a date tonight.”
His nostrils flare, pupils turning dark with possessive intensity, sending chills up my spine.
Fuck. I think I just poked the bear.
Still, I hold his stare defiantly.
