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I didn’t want to come, but damn, I needed to.
The orgasm was so close, every muscle and synapse in my body tensed in anticipation, freezing in place. I shuddered, and a whine stuck in my throat as I madly tried to swallow it back.
He tucked my cock into my pants, re-buttoning and zipping me so fast I couldn’t process what he was doing. His eyes went hard, angry—almost as angry and blue as my balls. I teetered on the edge of coming, almost too close to stop myself from coming in my pants.
What the fuck?
His fists balled in the front of my dress shirt as the door banged open to my left.
“And the next time you outbid me, at least have the decency to call me yourself.”
“Davenport, everything okay?” Richardson called.
Loïc let me go and stepped back. I felt the tail of my shirt flap down against my thigh, hopefully disguising my aching hard-on.
“Fuck you.” Loïc spat in my face and strode away, but not before I saw the promise in his eyes. He was going to track me down later.
I ran a sleeve over my face to wipe away his spittle as I watched him leave, before remembering myself and turning back to Richardson. “Yeah, thanks. I’m fine.”
“Who the fuck was that?” Michael asked, peering after Loïc in the gloom. “You seemed so calm when you left the table, I thought you’d messaged the guy to come down and talk business.”
“The office must have told him where I was headed or something,” I mumbled, as though they’d ever do such a thing.
He shook his head in disgust. “Some people take business so personally.”
“We’re old rivals from school.” I was grasping at straws. “We have a longstanding grudge.”
“Let me guess, you were in competition for Tarryn, too. There was too much animosity between you for it to be all about business.”
“Yeah, you could say that.” I could almost still feel Loïc’s hand on my cock but forced away the thought, still suffering too much to want to add to my discomfort. “Thanks for checking on me.”
“Is he dangerous?”
I gave a short laugh. “I’m not sure. If I’m murdered under mysterious circumstances, you’ll know who the lead suspect is.”
Michael slapped me on the shoulder and steered me back toward the door. To avoid suspicion, I allowed myself to be herded, even though I wanted nothing more than to follow my captivating nemesis into the night.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Loïc
Loïc watches days go by, all barren winter countryside past a train window.
Sometimes, though, he is so filled with emotion he may burst from his skin.
Loïc Leduc, Journal 14
She was grumbling under her breath as she made her way into her trailer—something about unprofessionalism and cocky male divas.
I frowned. It displeased me when people made her unhappy. She didn’t get moody and violent like Martine had, but that wasn’t the reason it bothered me. Tarryn never lashed out at me, or anyone else, for that matter. Instead, she would have trouble sleeping and got dark circles under her eyes the makeup department covered up. She also didn’teat well, damn these people.
She needed to keep up her strength for the baby I was going to put in her.
Eventually, she managed to find the switch, and the light came on. The food I’d laid out immediately caught her attention. She didn’t know I was in town again, and probably hadn’t eaten well since I’d left two weeks ago, if I knew her at all.
And I knew her.
I knew everything about her.
She turned, looked my way, and gave a little shriek that made me laugh. People always said women loved surprises, but maybe they didn’t love them as much as men loved their reactions.
