Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Samuel grins. “That sounds lovely. I look forward to it.”
Once she’s gone, Samuel looks at me and says, “We need to talk. IT flagged your IP address last night.” He pushes a packet of papers my way. “IT verified several inappropriate sites had been viewed on your work laptop.”
“What?” I hiss, flipping through page after page. “That can’t be right.”
“They confirmed your password had been entered. Have you given anyone else access to your laptop or given them your password?”
“No. I would never give my passwords to anyone.” I take my position at Kingston seriously and would never jeopardize it over fucking porn.
“Look,” he says, pursing his lips in disappointment, “accessing porn of any kind at work is unacceptable, but I have to say, as your future father-in-law, the fact that you were watching”—he leans and whispers the rest—“gay porn is a bit disconcerting.”
What the actual fuck?
“Sir, I—”
And then it hits me. My laptop was in my home office last night while I was at Lush. Anastasia could’ve easily grabbed my password from where I keep it in my desk drawer and used it.
Motherfucker. I’ve been set up.
She’d warned me, but I didn’t think she’d act this quickly or do something this devious.
“I’m sorry, Samuel,” I tell him as I mentally come up with ways to destroy my fiancée. “I don’t know what happened, but I’ll get to the bottom of it, and it won’t happen again.”
“Please see to that,” he says. “The last thing I want is my daughter getting caught in a scandal. She’s been through a lot, and I worry something like that could send her running when I’ve only just gotten her back.”
“I understand.”
I stalk straight back to my desk and pull my laptop out of my briefcase, firing it up. I find that my internet history has been wiped clean, which IT can do remotely.
I push out of my seat and go straight for Anastasia’s office, finding her typing away at her desk.
“Oh, hey,” she says, her tone too fucking upbeat to be sincere. “What’s up?”
“Did you do it?” I ask, getting straight to the point. “Did you put goddamn gay porn on my work laptop?” I slam my hands on the top of her desk and lean over it, glaring at her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says innocently. “But if that’s what you like, maybe this engagement isn’t going to work out. I don’t exactly have the right equipment … if you catch my drift.”
She smirks, and before I can think, I’m rounding her desk. She sees me coming and gets out of her seat, but before she can get away—or hell, maybe come after me because she’s that fucking crazy—I push her against the wall.
With my hips pressed against hers, I slide my knee between her legs and wrap my fingers gently around her throat. I would never hurt a woman, and I’m still fully in control, but, fuck, I’m fuming, and her innocent act is only making it worse.
“This is how you want to play it, Red?” I ask, squeezing her throat just enough to get my point across, but not enough that she’s in pain or struggling.
“Damn right it is,” she hisses, glaring daggers at me. “Do your worst, fiancé.”
I squeeze a little tighter and notice her legs clench around my knee. Of course she’s turned on right now.
“You like this, don’t you?” I taunt.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denies, but I’ve got her number.
“The games,” I clarify, then lift my knee slightly, rubbing it across her material-clad cunt. “I bet if I reached into your pants, I’d find you dripping fucking wet.”
“You wouldn’t,” she challenges, telling me she’s just as turned on as I am.
Yeah, I’m pissed, but fuck if I’m not turned on. I never expected this woman to be an actual adversary, but she’s been shocking me at every turn. Instead of pulling the daughter card, she’s fighting for the position with everything she has.
“Is that what you want, Red?” I lean in and snag the tip of her earlobe and bite down, making her groan. “You want me to reach in and, using your juices, make you come right here in your office?”
Her legs tighten around me, and I chuckle.
“Well, that’s not gonna happen,” I say. “Only good girls get orgasms, baby. And you’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
“Julian,” she breathes, letting her hormones get the better of her.
“The next time you do something like that, the only thing you’ll be getting is a goddamn spanking.”
I release her throat, and she huffs as I step back.
“You want to be treated like one of the guys? Fine. But be careful what you wish for.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I turn my back on her and head toward her door.
My hand has just landed on the knob when I hear her call out, her voice overly sweet, “Does that mean you don’t want to have dinner together tonight?”