Hotly.
Her body stirred, desire throbbing through her.
She decided to leave before they noticed her. As she snuck away, her mind was reeling from what she’d just seen and heard.
Angie headed back to her bedroom, only getting lost twice.
Yay her!
Lying back on the bed, she slid her hand down under the waistband of her pajamas and panties.
Her pussy was wet. Her clit throbbed.
Maybe she’d finally be able to come.
Maybe this was it.
But as she started touching herself, as her arousal grew, Fergus’s face filled her mind.
Fergus sneering down at her.
Fergus hurting her.
And it was an instant block, her arousal disappearing.
Her hand slid away as a cry of despair escaped her lips. She heaved for breath.
Was she ever going to be normal?
Jared sippedon his Scotch as he stared out the window of his office.
Yes, he had work to do. He couldn’t afford to sit here and do nothing.
But he couldn’t seem to make himself care about anything but her and North.
The three of them.
Impossible. It would never work.
He’d bought himself some time by refusing to let her call Zander. He’d scrambled for ridiculous excuses. However, he’d just delayed the inevitable because he knew what he had to do.
Send her back.
Because he couldn’t keep her safe. He couldn’t make the three of them work. And he couldn’t force her to want them.
“Drinking Scotch before five isn’t a good sign,” North said as he walked into the office, closing the door behind him.
“What happened to knocking?” Jared asked.
“I knew you were in here alone. I am your secretary, after all.”
Jared eyed him. “Assistant. And we both know you’re more than that.”
“We know that. No one else does.”
Was he upset over that? Jared frowned. “That’s to keep you safe.”
“Jared, we both know I can take care of myself. I don’t need your protection.”
