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After this evening, I probably wouldn’t see her again. I should feel relieved. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quite there yet. In fact, I was about to lose my shit when I saw who approached her. Miles Landon, CEO of the largest petroleum company in the state, and our biggest contributor.
But rumors also surrounded him. He was married and had the reputation of a philanderer and playboy. He’d inherited his daddy’s company at the age of thirty-five after his father retired last year. Miles had never had to work hard for anything—he’d had everything in his life handed to him.
Now, he was flirting with my girl.
Amber flitted her hands animatedly as she talked while Miles listened in interest. The front of her gown dipped low in a V, exposing the slopes of her breasts. He slyly moved in closer, not being the least bit subtle about ogling her tits.
I clenched my glass as jealousy began to rear its ugly head. I’d told myself to forget about her and move on. It seemed that mantra had been on repeat in my head constantly. It’d been a week since I’d seen her. In my bed. Wearing my shirt. Practically pleading with me to fuck her.
When I told her to lock the door the other night, I wasn’t kidding. I’d fought to keep from going to her room and claiming her as mine. I also realized I could never be alone with her again because my control was hanging on by a thread.
I’d made a point of being gone before she woke up the other morning. I’d arranged for my chef to prepare breakfast for her, and Ben took her home. Any correspondence or questions about tonight’s event, I had my secretary handle. It’d been torture, but I’d successfully kept my distance from her, including tonight. However, that didn’t stop me from watching her all evening. Watching her every move.
I obviously wasn’t the only one. It seemed every man in the room had noticed her this evening. And that didn’t sit well with me either.
She is too young, I reminded myself.
However, she didn’t need to be harassed by the privileged pricks here tonight, who thought they could take whatever they wanted. Especially someone like Miles, who was currently eying her like she was his nightcap for the evening.
I slammed my glass down on the table and strode toward them. Miles placed his hand on her hip, leaning down as he spoke to her. It took everything in me not to beat the shit out of him.
Instead, I not-to-gently slapped him on the back, causing him to startle. “Miles, are you enjoying the evening?”
He straightened and held out his hand. “Yes. Great party. Sounds like another success. And the scenery is beautiful, too.” He winked and nudged me on the arm.
I smiled pleasantly, nodding slowly in acknowledgment despite wanting to kill him. Turning to Amber, I asked, “Ms. Johnson, was Miles boring you to death with all of his accomplishments?”
“No. Actually, he’s been nothing but pleasant.” She took a sip of her cocktail innocently before averting her head and dismissing me.
“Pleasant, huh?”
She nodded with her chin stuck out in challenge. “Yes. Very.”
I clutched her arm, barely containing my patience. “Miles. Would you excuse us? Ms. Johnson and I need to finalize some paperwork.”
I dragged her away, not waiting for a response from Miles. Nor giving a fuck.
“What are you doing?” Her heels clacked beside me as she tried to keep up.
“We need to talk.” I led her out of the ballroom and down the hotel corridor until I spotted a vacant conference room. Slipping in, I closed the door behind me and locked it.
She flung her arm to the side. “I’m sorry. Do we have something we need to discuss? I wasn’t aware.”
The room felt hot, and I shrugged out of my jacket. “Watch that mouth.”
“Or what?” She threw her clutch onto the conference table and crossed her arms. “You’ll ignore me? Have your secretary reprimand me by email?”
I peered down at her bottom lip, which was jutting out in defiance, and I wanted to suck and bite it. Then my gaze slipped lower, seeing how her tits were pressed together, thrusting over her folded arms. She was forbidden. She was dangerous. Yet the beast in me wanted to play with fire. He wanted to douse gasoline on it and torch everything.
“No.”
“No?”
“No,” I said with authority, gripping her hips.
My fingers burned from the heat radiating under the fabric. I had to still myself from shaking because I was teetering on the edge. It had been so long. So damn long since I’d touched a woman like this. Like a lover. Like a man who needed to bury himself inside a soft, warm body and worship her.
My conscience tried to materialize, but I shut it down. Lifting her up, I set her on the edge of the table. “Not tonight.” I slid my hand down the silk of her gown that was covering her long legs until I reached the hem. Bunching the fabric, I yanked it up to her waist. “Tonight, I’ll reprimand you myself.”
