Page 107 of Under Her

“Yes. Was she not supposed to do that?”

No, Niran. She fucking wasn’t.

“No, she wasn’t,” I tell him. “So, we need to reinstate the order, Niran.”

And then I’m going to strangle Morgan after I find out what the fuck she was thinking.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Wilder. I sold the silk to another company. They contacted me not long after Morgan canceled the order. A few hours maybe. It was luck really.”

I swallow back the bile rising in my throat. “What’s the name of the company you sold the silk to?”

“Coveted Lingerie.”

I shove open Morgan’s office door with so much force that it slams into the wall, shaking the room.

Morgan, Polly, and Chester all jump in their seats, like a shot was just fired.

“Oh my God!” Morgan gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”

I scared her. Funny that.

Because, right now, I feel like killing her.

“Wilder?” Her brows draw together. “Is everything all right?”

“Chester, Polly, your meeting is over. Go back to your offices.” I don’t take my eyes off Morgan.

At first, they don’t move. Then, Morgan gives them a nod. They both gather up their things and walk quickly out of her office, closing the door behind them.

“What’s going on?” she asks, getting to her feet.

“I just got off the phone with Niran.”

Her face drops. “Has something happened with the silk? Is that what’s wrong?”

Seriously? This is the way she’s going to play it? The innocent card?

“I don’t know, Morgan. You would know more about that than I would. I mean, this is your deal after all.”

“I haven’t spoken to him recently. But, the last time I did, everything was on track. What did he say when you spoke to him?”

I want to laugh. Not the funny, ha-ha kind of laugh. The are-you-fucking-kidding-me laugh.

“So, the last time you spoke to him, everything was still on track?”

“That’s what I just said. Seriously, Wilder, what’s going on with you? You’re acting kind of weird.”

I do laugh this time. It sounds kind of maniacal. “Well, it’s funny because that’s not what Niran says your last phone call was about. According to him, you called him up a few days ago and canceled the order.”

“What?” She steps back, her face blanching.

Oh, she’s good.

From that reaction, I would almost believe that was the first time she was hearing it.

“Oh, yeah, and that’s not all he said. He also told me that you confirmed it with him in email. And he was kind enough to send me a copy of it.” I reach into my pocket and toss the folded-up paper version of the email that I just printed off.

“I don’t understand.” She picks the paper up, opens it, and reads it, her eyes scanning the paper. “This isn’t…I didn’t write this email.”