My cock twitched as she spun to face me, her hands flying to her hips. She seemed out of place in the rotund room with its six windows, lush Chinese sewn carpet, and treasure trove of small lead figurines from Indian and Cowboy child play-sets.
The wealth of history and monetary value of the things in this room would make a museum weep.
“What are we doing in here?”
I stalked to my desk. Unlocking a secret drawer beneath the jumble of stationery, I pulled forth a drafted document that no one else knew about but me. There were no cameras in this room. No one spying on what I was about to do.
Just us.
Only we would know what we’d done.
“Come here,” I said, snapping my fingers.
Nila narrowed her eyes. “You do that often.”
“Do what?”
She snapped her fingers. “Summon me like your pet; like your dogs.”
I placed both hands flat on the desk. “Youaremy pet. I thought we’d discussed that.”
She stomped forward, a conundrum of bright temper in the drab world of my study. Her sandaled feet padded on the thick carpet, planting herself in front of my desk. Her head tilted, long hair cascading over her shoulder, completely free and glossy as the midnight sky. “Funny, I thought we’d established I was something more.”
My back stiffened. “Since when?”
Her lips stretched, baring her teeth in an evil little grin. “Since I made you come. Since you showed me you were human. Since you ran from me for the past fortnight, all because you’re not dealing with whatever is going on between us.”
She moved closer.
I stood ramrod straight, clenching every muscle against her advance.
“Tell me, Jethro Hawk. Would apetbe able to suck you? Would apetswallow your cum? Would a petpleasureyou?” Her voice dropped to a seduction. “Would a pet admit to missing its owner, because it’d become addicted to the desire it felt in its master’s presence?”
My mind exploded.
I swallowed hard, hating the swirl of lust and temper that had no right to build. I’d barricaded emotions from my life, so why did the mere hint of an argument with Nila completely undo everything I’d tried so hard to fix?
I couldn’t breathe.
Needing a distraction, I pulled her phone that I’d confiscated from my pocket and held it up.
Instantly, her mouth fell open. Greed and excitement glowed on her face. “You still have it.”
“Of course, I still have it.” Swiping my finger over the screen, I muttered, “There are some extremely interesting messages on here.”
Nila froze. Her cheeks lost all colour. “I told you that I’d been in touch with my brother. I told you he knew.”
I nodded. “You did.”
She tried to hide her nervousness but didn’t succeed. “So what’s interesting? I told you the truth.”
What was interesting?
How about the fucking messages reeking of smut and combustible need? I’d spent many an evening sorting through the unsent drafts to Kite007. She’d deleted more messages than she’d actually sent, hiding so much.
By reading the messages she didn’t want seen, I saw right into her soul. I finally got a clue of who Nila Weaver was. And she was no longer the heartbreakingly timid woman who’d been a plaything for her brother and a slave for her father.
She was so, so much more.
