Page 111 of Twisted Knight

“You mind telling me who gave you that load of crap? Gotta get that info over to the owners. Let them know so they can take care of it.”

I offer a loaded smile. “Don’t remember.” I shrug and lie, “I was in a bar. People were talking. Kind of overheard it.”

“Christ,” he mutters before pasting another smile on his lips. “You sure you don’t want me to call them owners for you? Set up a meeting so they can tell you different?”

“No, thanks. I can find their number if I need them,” I say as I climb into my SUV. “Thanks for your time.”

He eyes me, his curiosity piqued now. “I didn’t catch your name.”

Exactly.

“I didn’t give one.”

I start the car, roll the window up, and head back where I came from without another word.

How long before the owners of WillowBend LLC, a Delaware corporation with confidential owners, get a phone call from their neighbor letting them know of my little visit? Of some random stranger talking about how the land is tainted? About how they’re fucking screwed?

Pressure will either turn you into dust or a diamond.

I know which one I’m rooting for.

My phone buzzes with a text and when I glance over at it, I almost run my car off the road. By the time I pull over to the side, I’ve properly processed the text. Or at least my cock has as it hardens in my pants.

My grin is victorious.

Rowan: Leather or lace? Preference?

Me: I thought you said no sexting

Rowan: I did

Me: And yet you’re texting me and I know it’s not about what material I want for the curtains in my office

Rowan: You mean MY office

Me: I don’t care so long as I’m fucking you on its desk.

Rowan: Promise?

Fucking hell. I check my text again and try not to question her sudden about-face.

Yes. It really says that.

I groan as I adjust myself, fantasies flying through my head. The ones I’ve had more times than I care to count will soon become a reality.

Me: Promise. Looks like I might need you to stay after hours, Miss Rothschild. There are a few things we need to go over.

Like my desk.

Like my knee.

Like straddling my lap.

THIRTY-FOUR

Rowan

No.