I sit in my chair and cross my legs. “How may I help you?”
He draws in a breath and steps forward. I arch an eyebrow and set my elbows on my desk, lowering my chin to rest in my hands, just waiting. Because whatever he’s going to say should be good.
“Tom is gone.” He’s so fucking still.
What would he do if I started stripping off my clothes? I almost laugh out loud at that thought, because the last thing Wyatt wants from me is anything sexual. His control is locked firmly in place.
“Yes, he disappears all the time. Do you need any help with business today? Or are you just here to tell me things I already know?”
“Fuck, Sara.” He runs his hand through his hair and steps forward again.
The closer he gets the harder it is to keep up the nonchalance and breathe.
“You’re not my sister?—”
“I never have been.” I lean back and fold my arms over my chest. See? This is his problem. He sees me as a sister.
“But I’m responsible for you.” He looks like he’s in pain.
Fuck that. I stand and walk around him to the door, pulling it open. “No, you aren’t, Wyatt. The only one responsible for me is me. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to work.”
Wyatt
Her citrus scent fills my nose as she passes me. I’m holding on by a thread here. I watched her last night. The way she responded to Drew’s kiss. The way Drew claimed her on his lap. The way her eyes grew wide seeing the stripper and wondering how we all saw the woman.
How she could have been hurt when she fainted if Dante hadn’t caught her. The way she clung to Dante’s thigh on the bed. The curiosity in her gaze as she asked about the mirror.
I don’t know how much of her flaunting this newfound independence I’ll be able to take.
Or how much watching the others touch her when I can’t I can handle before I break.
She clears her throat behind me. Her voice is snippy when she says, “Are you lost?”
She has no idea how lost I am. I turn and fire fills her pale green eyes. Her toe taps on the hardwood floor. Her dress flows over her curves, hugging them softly.
Everything inside me wants to pick her up, toss her down on that desk, and fuck her until I’m all she thinks about. All she needs. But I can’t.
It’s not only a promise to Tom. It would rip us all apart. Finn, Dante, and me.
Sara can never belong to one of us without destroying the other two. Maybe it’s best that she’s with Drew.
Even as I think it, my insides burn, remembering his possessive touch. She’s not his. She’ll always be mine, even if I can’t do a damned thing about it.
I close the distance between us and she sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes are wild as they search mine. The air between us is charged, electric. One more step and I could touch her soft curves. Kiss her plush lips. Taste her. Touch her. Own her.
My blood flows hot through my veins. She wets her lips, drawing my gaze, and for a minute, I want to give in to the urge. To say fuck it to the universe and take what’s mine.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Finn’s voice makes both our heads turn. He smirks. “Wyatt, we’re supposed to go over the Addison file?”
Sara slips back into her office, taking her warmth from me. Taking my urges with her. They still burn inside, but the immediacy has lessened.
Nodding to Finn, I turn my back on her. I wouldn’t have lectured her in the elevator. I just wanted to check in to see how she was feeling. But then she popped off about how much of a grown-ass adult she is.
Like I need a reminder that she’s ripe and ready to be plucked.
My plans didn’t include following her into her office and closing the door. But I did. Almost like I couldn’t help myself.
I’m wound too fucking tight. I’m going to do something I shouldn’t if I don’t do something else to release some of this tension.
