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And it was exactly those kinds of thoughts that would land me in a heap of shit if I didn’t curb my urges immediately.
I couldn’t go there. Not with her, not ever. No matter how badly I wanted to.
“Wasn’t that exactly what you were doing the night we met?”
She ignored my comment and plowed ahead. “And for the record, my MBA isn’t fromsome state school,” she added. “It’s from the London School of Business.”
Wait…what? I could practically hear the record scratch in my head, the world coming to a standstill in the wake of that admission.
“You graduated from the London School of Business,” I said dumbly, and she nodded. “With an MBA.”
“With honors.”
“Prove it.”
“My diploma is literally displayed in my office, which you would've noticed had you bothered to pull your head out of your ass for five seconds.”
For the first time in recent memory, I was speechless. This woman—had I seriously underestimated her that badly? I’d been so convinced she was walking around here like a fool while her family and her employees snickered behind her back, when in fact…I’dbeen the fool.
All the comments each of her family members had made about Amara not being who I thought she was—it all made sense now. In the blink of an eye, everything changed, and I had no idea what to do with this new information.
She sighed heavily, distracting me from my inner turmoil, and I could hear the exhaustion in it.
“I don’t know why you have to fight me on everything,” she said softly.
“Because I’m scared,” I admitted quietly. If we were doing this, if I was going to be a better man and give Amara the benefit of the doubt, I had to come clean—about everything.
She cocked her head to the side. “Of what?”
“Of what’ll happen if I don't.” Amara quirked a brow and, heedless of the consequences, I added, “Of how badly I want you, and what that means for us.”
“You're just saying that because my dad yelled at you,” she said. “You don't mean that.”
I snorted. “When have I ever lied to you?”
That gave her pause, those golden eyes widening, and she rose from her perch, arms wrapped tightly around herself to ward off the chill in the air and failing miserably. Even from ten feet away, I could see the goosebumps on her skin.
“Me hating you is your fault,” she said, stepping closer to me.
“I know,” I said. “And I’m sorry for that. I—you make me fucking crazy. But the way I’ve been treating you is…inappropriate. I really didn’t know—about London, about any of it. Fuck, Amara, I’m so sorry.”
She choked on a laugh. “Imakeyoucrazy?”
“Absolutely insane,” I confirmed.
“Yeah, well, welcome to the club.”
“Either way,” I said, waving a hand. I couldn’t let myself consider if she’d thought about me the way I had her, if her mind had conjured images of me while her fingers, slick with her arousal, toyed with the pussy I’d been dying to devour for five years. “I’m sorry I’ve been a prick.”
Her eyes narrowed, testing my words for verity. At last, in a breathy whisper, she said, “Apology accepted,” she said breathily.
“Can I ask you something else?”
“Sure.”
“Grad school should’ve only taken two years. Why didn’t you come home right after? Why spend another three years in Europe?”
She shrugged. “My dad asked me to.”
