Page 64 of In Love and Revenge

‘Do you have a minute?’

I glance up. Aurora’s hovering by the door.

‘You need me?’ I ask.

She straightens her shoulders. ‘I do,’ she says, fluttering her eyelashes at me.

I stare at her for a moment, trying to figure out her angle. She gazes back, attempting to look friendly. But I can still see it – her derision for me, thinly veiled behind another flutter of lashes and a soft, forced smile.

The back of my neck heats as her gaze turns knowing ... accusing. Like she’s the one in control here. But if there’s one thing she needs to learn about me, it’s that I will always be the one in control when it comes to her.

‘I’ve always got time for you, Aurora,’ I say smoothly, injecting warmth into my tone.

Amusement dances in my chest as she falters and a flush creeps across her décolletage.

I’ve never been so welcoming towards her before.

But I’ve also never found her coffee mug, complete with a trace of her lipstick on the rim, underneath my coffee machine first thing in the morning, either.

The sight of it posed one question in my mind.

How much did she see and hear?

‘Oh ... good. Um, thank you,’ she says, keeping hold of the door handle like it will offer her support.

The blush creeps into her cheeks.

And now I know.

The little minx heard enough. Perhaps she even stayed and watched the entire show. Because now, here she is, in my office, an extra button unfastened on her blouse, trying her best to act as if she doesn’t despise me.

It’s almost too good to believe.

She wants something. And she thinks that by catching meenjoyingher video, she has a chance of getting it. But she’s mistaking basic carnal desire for something else entirely. Something that would result in me actuallywantingto help her.

And she’s about to be sorely disappointed, because as easily as I can shoot my load thinking about Aurora Thorne, I can just as easily pass her in the street without blinking.

But still, seeing whatever little charade she has planned will be fun.

‘Of course,’ I say.

She hesitates, smoothing the front of her blouse, which only pulls it tighter over her breasts, highlighting the curve of them beneath the fabric.

Those perfect little breasts that would fill my palms.

My dick throbs at the memory of this morning’s video, and that cute top she was wearing. The one that hugged them perfectly. That was a good video. A new favourite I’ll no doubt watch again later.

‘Take a seat.’ I gesture to the chair on the other side of my desk.

She glances back out into the hallway, like she’s questioning if she should be here. But then she steps inside, closes the door and walks to my desk.

‘Your office is lovely,’ she says, her pulse fluttering in her neck.

‘I take pleasure from lovely things,’ I reply, leaning back in my chair.

She flicks her eyes to mine. ‘The view especially, it’s stunning. You can see so much from this high up.’

I keep my chair pointing forward, refusing to turn it towards the wall of windows behind me. I’d much rather look at her getting all flustered.