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“She didn’t need much seducing. She thought she was following your orders.”
“It wasn’t an order. I thought the two of you might enjoy each other, and that temporarily sharing her might be an interesting experience in our relationship. We’ve been together since we were young. I’ve always wondered if she regretted that.”
“Apparently, the answer was yes.”
We stared each other down, neither of us flinching. Unfortunately, my anger seemed to be no match for his amusement.
“You should be grateful I was willing totemporarilyshare my wife with you.”
“I only agreed to sleep with her to save her from your machinations.”
Machinations? Who even used that word conversationally?
I sat back in my chair, trying to look relaxed. I had years of experience hiding my emotions during business dealings, but this was about Tarryn—the only person in the world who mattered to me.
How dare he judge our kinks and decide I was unworthy of her?
“Ah, yes. Saint Loïc. I forgot about that part of the Bible.”
“You didn’t choose me because I was a saint.”
“There’s nothing wrong with what Tarryn and I agree to do with our relationship. It’s our business, and it has nothing to do with you.”
“I beg to differ. It has to do with me because you dragged me into this. And as for what you’ve agreed to do as a couple? Maybe you should get to know your wife better. She had no interest in sex outside of your relationship, but you pushed her until she did it, to make you happy. Now you’re not happy, and she’s heartbroken.”
He rolled his broad, muscled shoulders in a way that caught my eye and made my attention linger there. What was wrong with me?
No. He was the problem.
The man walked around oozing sex appeal that seemed to completely circumvent gender. Anyone would be attracted to him. Tempted.
It had to be that. Yes, I’d let him fuck me, but I wasn’t attracted to men. There was something about him that made me brash and thoughtless. Maybe it was his pheromones.
Besides, I couldn’t stand the egotistical prick.
“Why are you here, Loïc? What do you want from me?” I closed my laptop and stood, deciding that lingering behind the barrier of my desk was probably making me look timid. I wasn’t using it as a shield, that was for damned sure.
“I’m here to see where things stand between us.”
“What are you talking about? What things?” My stomach was doing backflips, for some reason. “What do you want?” I growled.
“I could ask you the same question. Did you honestly center me out because you wanted to watch your wife get railed by another man, or did you use the hotwife idea as an excuse to see me naked?” He didn’t stop approaching until we were only a few feet apart. He stared into my eyes with those cold silver-blue ones. Such strange eyes. They almost made him look possessed—or as though he were the demon doing the possessing.
I sighed, trying to look bored instead of off-kilter. “Why did you bother flying all the way to California to see me?”
He pulled a bit of fabric from his pants pocket. It bore a distinct resemblance to one of my more outlandish pocket squares. Where on earth had he gotten it? I hadn’t had any of my suits at either of the hotels where we’d been together. Actually, I’d worn it only a few days ago.
“I came to see how you were holding up. It’s the least I can do after ruining your marriage.”
I snorted. “You’re giving yourself far too much credit. Just because you’re trying to rock the boat doesn’t mean it will capsize.”
That was absolutely my pocket square. I caught sight of my initials as he slid the embroidered section through his fingers.
“Were you in my house?”
“You weren’t home, so I made myself comfortable for a while. You really do keep late hours. No wonder your neglected wife was so willing to be seduced.” He stuffed my pocket square back into the pocket of his pants.
Obviously, he’d gone through my things. What else had he done in my house?
