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No matter how much I wish I could break every single one of those bonds and give in to it all.
And let her claim me as her own as much as I want her as mine.
At seven thirty a.m., I storm out of my office, where I’ve already been working for two hours, to see my assistant arrive, his bag slung over his shoulder and a coffee cup in hand as he laughs with another employee.
“The second Luna sets foot in the building, page me,” I snarl at him, my head thumping in pain.
“Yes, Mr. Baxter. You do have a meeting at nine with Ministe—”
“I don’t care if I’m giving the leaders of the G7 a private lap dance, page me the second she arrives,” I growl, ignoring the look they give each other.
The door slams behind me, but it does nothing to drown out the images in my head, alternating flashes of her eyes glazed with a blazing arousal that threatened to burn my entire world to the ground and the sharp hurt as I closed the door between us, rejecting her.
I spend the day holding my head, trying to squeeze out the sound of her soft, needing whimpers as she whispered my namewhile I filled her pussy with my fingers, ordering her to give me everything she had.
And then I gave her none of me in return.
I’ve done things I’ve regretted in my life.
Decisions that led to me losing more money in the space of seconds than most people can even imagine earning in an entire lifetime.
But I’ve regretted nothing more than letting my guard down, when Luna had thrown the accusation at me.At least I know that he wants me.
As my hand curled against her chest, she became real to me.
More than just a temptress leading me to ruin.
But breathing, burning-hot flesh and blood.
The object of my desire melding with my responsibilities.
And I felt the barrier slam closed between the two.
As much as I’d wanted to follow her inside, and for just one night, forget that I was Kingsley Baxter, losing myself inside her, reason prevailed and I walked away.
And now I have two regrets.
The morning drags, even though I fill every moment with work.
At a few minutes to noon, I check my phone for the fiftieth time that morning and storm out to Marcus’s desk.
“I told you I wanted you to page me the second Miss. Pham arrived,” I say only a few decibels below yelling.
My assistant swallows down whatever surprise he might have at my tone and jumps to his feet.
“Erm, she… hasn’t arrived, sir.”
Then where the fuck is she?
“Would you like me to call her?”
“No, just let me know when she finally comes in. And give me a list of meetings in the building today. I want to sit in on as many as possible.”
“Yes, Mr. Baxter.”
If I can’t be with her, then I need a distraction from torturing myself about what I could be doing if I were.
“Gerry’s back in London,” Matthias says, without bothering to greet us when he logs into the video conference call. Five minutes ago, he texted about trying to fit in a quick catch-up with the four of us.
