I reached out, thumb lightly brushing her lower lip.
"You can't escape."
"Psycho!" She turned her face away, voice thick with embarrassed anger.
I smiled, standing up to look down at her.
"Maybe," I admitted. "But you're what made me sick."
With that, I turned and left the library.
In the hallway, I leaned against the wall, slowly exhaling.
My fingertips still held the feel of her skin, her scent still lingering on my lips.
Not enough. Nowhere near enough.
But I had to restrain myself. I needed to handle those damn documents first.
Then...
I looked at the library's closed door, my gaze turning dark.
Reason was screaming: She's a liar. She impersonated your savior. She deceived you.
But my body was roaring: She's yours. She can only ever be yours.
Instinct shrieked: She's different. This woman is different from everyone else.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
Then opened them and made a decision.
Fuck the savior.
Fuck the truth.
Fuck everything.
Whoever she was, she could only belong to me.
Back in my study, Dmitri had already arranged the documents neatly on my desk.
I sat down and picked up my pen, but my mind was full of her soft body and warm breath.
"Boss?" Dmitri called my attention back. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," I said expressionlessly. "Get to business."
"About Isabella Vance—"
"I said to avoid meeting requests going forward." I cut him off. "Give her money, give her resources. That's it."
Dmitri was quiet for a moment. "Boss, with respect, Miss Vance is the one who actually saved you. Treating her this way seems..."
"Dmitri, my personal affairs don't require your input."
"Yes, sir."
