“Do you not believe me?” Raising her phone, she stabs it in front of my face. “Look, I was in the middle of texting you.”
I lower it with my fingertip. “I believe you. It’s him I don’t trust to be alone with you.”
“Why?”
Because he lacks sanity. Empathy for anyone whom he perceives as an obstacle. Because he’s the king of manipulation. He’ll rope you in with pretty words and praises before turning them into a noose around your neck.
I don’t say any of it to avoid scaring her.
“Did he try to coerce information out of you about our business?” Her face falls, giving me my answer. “There you go.”
“I didn’t tell him anything.” Inching closer, she tips her head back. “I would never betray your trust. You know that, right?”
“Even if I make you mad?”
“No matter what,” she promises. “I might have to side with him for pretenses, but my loyalty is always with you.”
I say nothing, not trusting my father not to have every square of this place bugged.
Half of me is also hesitant to trust her. We’ve just met. More than half of that time, she’s spent hating my guts.
Loyalty is a novel concept.
It can be bought easily.
“Nathan,” Arya urges.
Twisting away, I press the button for the underground parking. “We’re going to my place to talk.”
“W-what? Hold on,” she stutters with a hitch in her breath. “I can’t.”
“Didn’t you come here to meet me?”
“I did, but it’s almost break time. I need to have lunch and go back to the office.”
I glance over at her, and quip, “I have food at my place, angel.”
“I still can’t,” she argues, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip and making it glisten temptingly. “You live too far. I’ll be late for the office. You’re not my only client, you know.”
I shove my hands inside my pockets to stop from reaching for her. “Clearly, not a priority either.”
“Untrue.”
“Are you avoiding being alone with me then?” I hum low, unable to stop teasing her, even at the cost of anyone eavesdropping through the cameras. “Afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off you or more specifically, my fingers from being inside of your tight pussy? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me like last night?”
Lips parting in a wide ‘O’, she stares unblinking and blushes harder.
I close my fingers into fists. “Which one is it?”
“I have to drive home to feed Pihu,” she answers in a rapid tone.
I’m taken aback. “Pihu?”
“My kitten.” Never pegged her for a cat girlie. Sheepishly, she explains, “I will go home first, before going out for lunch. It’s why I can’t come with you. Okay?”
“Still answers only half my question.” Confusion dots her lovely face. “You wouldn’t mind if I touched you again?”
“Do you wish to?” A breathless purr.
