Page 12 of Only For Him

“I—”

I’m interrupted from questioning him when his phone rings. Declan takes one look at the screen and puts it to his ear. “Yes,” he says, his eyes still on me. I let out a breath. This is my cue to leave, my skin still prickling with a cautious unease. I shouldn’t listen in on his calls. He’s still on the phone as I turn to leave and grant him privacy.

“Braelynn.” My name in his voice stops me with a shiver, the door halfway open with my hand gripping the frame. I turn back. Declan leans on his desk, in control and at ease with the situation. “It’s good to see you.”

My heart does that flip again. This time it hurts a bit more.

“It’s good to see you too, Declan.”

Rushing the words out, I move as quickly as I can. I shut the door behind me a second before my knees give out. My body sags against the deep red door, heart hammering. I can’t catch my breath.

Declan Cross.

Being in the same room with him was nothing like I expected.He remembered me.

I didn’t know he would look like that. His eyes feel like they’re burning through the door even now, but I can’t bring myself to stand upright.

Each command he gave repeats in my mind as I attempt to steady myself.

I’d like you to wear black. Don’t ever wear red again.

Inform them that the boss has requested you.

It’s a long moment before I can stand tall and straighten my dress once again. Every step takes me farther from his office, but I can feel him down there, as if something is calling for me, pulling me, tempting me and luring me back down to a place I can’t imagine ever being again.

DECLAN

Dark brown eyes and deep red lips flicker through my mind all night.

My fingers itch to grip her bare skin, lift her skirt up and toy with her. My cock aches, hard and desperate for relief at the thought of leaving marks on her ass. Spanking, whipping, fucking her deep and brutal.

A low groan leaves me, hating that I can’t stop watching the cameras. Not for business, just for her. Every man who glances down the top of her red satin dress might as well be begging for me to cut their fucking throats.

She will never wear that color again.

My door opens without a knock. I don’t have to look up to know it’s Jase. Taking in a steadying breath, I rip my gaze away from Braelynn’s curves and will my erection to knock it the fuck off.

Luckily, my brother’s statement is helpful in that department. “We’ve been given the list of potential leaks and it includes your girl.”

“My girl?” The back of my neck heats at what he’s said, and if my expression gives away the fear, he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Scarlet Miller,” Jase states while taking a seat in the high-back chair across from my desk. He leans forward, his fingers steepled and his elbows resting on the desk. “There’s a good chance she’s the leak.”

Heat dances along my skin. She referred Braelynn; she’s close to her. My pulse quickens.

My objection leaves me without hesitation. “She’s been here over a year.”

Jase nods, opting to lean back in the chair, his thumb tapping on the armrest. “You know how they operate. It takes time before they slip.”

I nod, meeting my brother’s gaze but not liking it.

“Do you think it’s just one?” I question, my gaze begging me to look back at the cameras, back at Braelynn as if simply seeing her will give me a yes or no to the question burning in the back of my mind.

Is she an undercover agent? Is she here to set me up?

Both God and the devil know she’s a weakness for me.

Jase shrugs a heavy shoulder. “That’s what we need you to focus on.”

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