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Massimo, the asshole, loved to point out truths I didn’t want to acknowledge.
“You’ve long passed your boundaries,” he drawled Monday night.
I’d left Wade at home with a prostate massager buzzing in his ass and strict instructions not to touch his cock to teach him a lesson about patience.
“I haven’t,” I retorted. “All my subs have lived with me at some point.”
“But you’ve never been as lenient with them as you have with this one.”
I actually didn’t know what he’d meant because I’d been anything but lenient with Wade. I’d kept him on his toes. Not once did it seem like he’d reached his breaking point. It was as though he egged me on, wordlessly demanding more. He craved my firm hand and even firmer cock.
I glared at the screen of my laptop as my cock throbbed in my suit pants. I was at work, certainly not the place to get a hard-on, yet here I was. Every time my mind drifted to Wade and how pliant he was under my hands, desire took over my body’s every reaction, something that wasn’t fun while trying to make a client happy.
Cursing, I leaned back in my chair in frustration and reached down to give myself a hard squeeze, hoping some painful pressure would relieve my predicament, but it did nothing except make it worse.
Of course.
And Wade wasn’t here to fix it. I’d sent him out with Christie, one of our coworkers, to grab some information from a client.
A knock echoed through my office, and I jerked forward, sliding the chair closer to the desk so whoever it was on the other side of the door wouldn’t notice my situation. “Come in.”
The door opened and Annie gave me a nervous smile. Her blond curls were pulled up into a ponytail at the back of her head today and her makeup was lighter than usual, but she still acted far too young and insecure for this job.
“Sir, a Mr. Shelby is here to see you.”
“Who?” I frowned.
Before she could answer, a young man strode past her and into the office. Dressed in a three-piece burgundy suit, the guy who entered didn’t look old enough to drink, yet he carried himself with an air of importance. He wasn’t very tall, probably barely came up to my shoulders, and had a wide, full mouth with a beauty mark above his right upper lip. His short dark hair was in a simple style that I appreciated. A gold earring hung from his left earlobe and on the right side of his rounded chin was another mole. Ah, yes, he was adorable, if too young for me. He had a folder shoved under his armpit.
“Kiran, Mr. Guthrie. My name is Kiran, and I’m here on behalf of Mr. Valentini.”
I went to stand, but then stopped, remembering my little problem. I waved my hand at my assistant. “It’s fine. Thank you, Annie. I can take it from here.”
Annie nodded, her ringlets jumping with the movement, and left the office again, closing the door behind herself.
I focused on the young man in front of me, curious. “You don’t look old enough to have served in the military and already be at another job.”
Kiran chuckled. “I’m not.” That was all he said as he strode forward and tugged the folder out from under his arm, slapping it on the desk. He gave me a long look, his hazel eyes sparkling knowingly, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on his personality. He seemed both aloof, yet dominant, but there was also some brattiness coming from him with how the corner of his mouth curled mischievously. “This is the information you asked us to find.”
“I thought it would come by email.”
“Too risky. Emails can be hacked.” He tapped the folder. “This is all on you. If you lose it, we will not replace it. What you decide to do with it after you’ve finished reading is up to you. Valentini Security is no longer involved with this data, and it’ll be scrubbed from our records. Am I clear?”
“Hm.” I studied him carefully, stroking my chin, then nodded. “I understand.”
His eyebrows dipped and he raised his chin. “Mr. Valentini thanks you for your business, and he would begratefulif you left a five-star review on Yelp for his company.”
I blinked, confused, because I didn’t think he was a man who needed reviews like that. Valentini Security was already well-known with the rich in St. Loren.
Kiran smirked playfully and winked before he turned and swept from the room, and I stared, even more confused. Was this a joke? Hell if I knew. Yet, I couldn’t help but pick up my phone and text Massimo.
Albion: What’s up with Adrian’s assistant? He made some kind of joke about leaving a Yelp review.
Almost immediately, Massimo responded.
Massimo: Fuck. Fucking brat. Don’t leave a review. And don’t ask Adrian about Kiran. Trust me. That kid’s a menace. Got your info then?
Albion: Yeah.
