No way. Being alone with him is against the rules.
Dialing his number, I call him.
He picks up on the first ring. His seductive voice filters in my ear. “Angel. Were you waiting for my text?”
“Please tell me it’s not your home address.”
“It is.”
“We’re not meeting there,” I reply, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Pick a restaurant or my office.”
“Why? Afraid you’ll want to do more than eye fuck me?”
I ignore his remark. “I want boundaries, Nathan.”
“My home is the most secure place where I don’t trust anyone to eavesdrop,” he explains. “I’ll keep my hands to myself as long as you don’t be a cocktease.”
“Your mouth is just as bad.” I know it’s the wrong thing to say before I even finish it.
“Little minx, I haven’t shown you what my lips and tongue can do to make that assumption,” he cockily drawls.
Molten heat shoots to my face as the phone almost drops from my hand.
Sensing my frustration, Pihu bounces over to me and tries climbing up my leg with her small paws. I bend and haul her up against my chest.
“Why do you always have to be so crass?”
His low chuckle raises goosebumps on my skin. “You had no issue when I had you bouncing on my cock. In fact, you loved it so much that you begged me not to stop.”
“It… it didn’t mean anything.”
“Keep lying to yourself.” Switching to a serious tone, he says, “My place is the only option you have. Take it or leave it.”
After contemplating, I ask, “Can you promise to behave?”
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman or…” A thrilling pause before he rasps, “Agood boy. Whichever you prefer.”
My jaw is on the floor.
Before I can pick it up, he says, “Good night, Ari.”
I’m way in over my head with this man.
Chapter Fifteen
Nathan
Fooling the world is very easy because people care only about the surface. Paint them a pretty picture or a bad scenario, they’ll believe it blindly instead of using half their brains and peeking harder behind the curtain.
Over the years, I’ve perfected the image of being the perfect man who has it all.
Good looks. Charming. Swimming in money.
The white picket fence is where I messed up.
Then I became distracted by Iris from the day she came into my life, which was four years ago. Her optimism and pure-heartedness rubbed off on me, derailing me from my ultimate goal. I began to see the world through rose-colored glasses, forgetting the wretchedness it truly embodies. Now, I’m back in the trenches. However, this time, I won’t let anything or anyone derail me.
Certainly not a pesky scandal.
