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“Is that so?” I take a seat and find myself reaching for the wallet resting beside a stack of proposals Ann must have left on my desk. It’s patent leather. Beige. Elegant. Simple but no less eye-catching than a flashier design. Evelyn King, in a nutshell. My thumb flicks the silver clasp to spring it open, and I’m presented with a neat array of credit cards and money that could only be described as… organized. By color and by size, to be exact. Her driver’s license is front and center. I grasp it between my thumb and forefinger, scanning her full name before observing the picture of her pasted to it. Her smile seems strained, every hair neatly in place. “Is that so?” I echo when the only reply is the sound of her breathing. “Evelyn Rose King.”
Her sharp inhale reverberates through the line. “Are you going through my personal belongings?”
I set her license down and snatch up a credit card. “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
“This… this is a violation,” she declares, and I can’t help the gruff laugh I bark out in response.
“My fingers inside yourwalletis a violation…”
She goes silent. So silent, in fact, that I almost believe she’s hung up before I hear her release another harsh sigh.
“Return my belongings—”
“What aboutyourfingers?” I ask her. Through the doorway, I spot Ann at her desk, absorbed by whatever is on her laptop’s screen. “Did they violate any of your personal ‘belongings’ last night? When I left,” I clarify in a gruff undertone that makes her clench her teeth so tightly I hear the resounding snap.
“You’re an ass,” she says. Her proper tone makes it seem more like a rightful designation than an insult.
“An ass,” I repeat, feeling the corner of my mouth quirk. “Is that what they call it these days? When a man thoroughly raids a woman’s… wallet. Being anass?”
“If you must know, my fingers were busy… violating, this morning,” she says. Fuck. My cock jerks at the ragged way she clips every single word. “Being left high and dry will drive a woman to find any sort of relief.”
I laugh again. Louder. Harsher. “I may have left you many things last night,” I tell her coldly, “but I know for a fact thatdrywas not one of them.”
I can still taste her. Still feel her. Still hear her. Breathless. Panting, almost like she is now. “Is that so, Mr. Bellamy?”
Her voice dips on the edge of a dare. I don’t take my eyes off Ann, who’s still studiously typing away. “Do I need to refresh your memory once again, Ms. King?” I tell her softly. “Of ourmeeting?”
“You may have to,” she says casually. “My memory is a little fuzzy as some parts were rather… lacking.”
My free hand curls into a fist. “Interesting,” I grit out. “You didn’t seem to think so while I was thrusting my… credentials into yourwallet.”
“You’re bigger than I’d thought you be,” she admits, almost as if the thought genuinely surprised her.
If only she could see me now, stiffening like a bloody teenager.
“If only you weren’t so…”
“So what?” My tone catches Ann’s attention this time. She stiffens in her seat and glances at my office before turning away again when the phone rings. The faint sound of her voice, cheerily wishing the caller a good morning, is an almost innocent backdrop for what Evelyn King says next.
“So quick.”
The little tart. She’s teasing now. It’s fucking working. I have to unclench my fingers one by one to get the blood flowing through them. Then I curl them again, imagining every nail sinking into her flesh, pinning her flat. “Funny. I recall that you were the first one to…” I glance at Ann again. “Merge all over my hand.”
Her haughty laugh trickles through the receiver. “You wish, Mr. Bellamy.”
“Tell me where you are, and I’ll show you howquickI can be.”
She stops laughing. “That wouldn’t be very wise, Mr. Bellamy,” she says softly. “A man’s ego can only take so much.”
Minx. I stand and cross over to the door to my office. Ignoring the way Ann looks at me questioningly, I palm the door’s handle and slam it shut.
“And yet you seemed more than capable of takingso much, Evelyn.” My knuckles whiten over the receiver. My throat feels dry, and every word comes out harsh and grated. “All of me. Every inch. But I bet you can take me even deeper…”
“Stop.”
Like bloody hell, I will. “Put the phone down,” I tell her. “Near your ear, where you can hear me.”
There’s no indication from her end whether she’s obeyed or not. Just silence. And then her own harsh intake of air. That damn sound affects me instantly, making it harder to sit still. For the third time in as many days, I’m hard because of Evelyn King. She’ll more than suffer for that.
