Page 56 of Mr. Perfect

“I did not lie.”

“You led me to believe something.”

“So?”

“So I don’t like it.” He doesn’t yell, but it’s loud and it’s commanding. “And I have very good reasons for not liking it. Did you really think, after all this”—he waves to the office and then to the dress—“that I’d be a dick about you wanting to slow down?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I did.”

“That’s because you don’t know me.”

“That’s because you never told me anything about you!”

“I’m a private person, Miss Hatcher. I don’t dream up fantasies and then dole out tidbits of my personal life to almost strangers who have no interest like you do.”

“I hate you,” I snap. “That was a low blow.”

“Really? So you didn’t spill your fantasies to Heath’s phone? I just imagined that?”

“He was never supposed to see them!”

“Then why send them?”

“It was like…” Fuck. “It was just a fun way to… shit, I don’t know. But I shouldn’t have to explain it. All that stuff was my private thoughts and you read them! It’s like… it’s like reading a person’s diary!”

Chapter Twenty-Two - Mac

She’s right. I take a deep breath and say it out loud. “You’re right.”

“I’m… right?” she asks, unsure of herself.

“Yes, you’re right. And I’m sorry. But I was pissed off when I finally figured out that you’d rather stay home all weekend alone than let me take you out on a nice date.”

“I just needed things to slow down, Mac. That’s all.”

“Then why lie?”

“I didn’t…” But she stops. Because she did. “I’m sorry then. I wanted to go out on the date but I felt bulldozed. You know?”

I look her up and down in that dress and shake my head.

“You don’t? Why not?”

But that’s not what I mean and she figures that out pretty fast. That fingernail she likes to chew comes up to her perfect lips and she shifts her feet, which makes her hips wiggle.

“Come here,” I say, sliding her laptop to the side and scooting her chair back to give her room. “Come here and bend over the desk.”

“Mac,” she says sharply.

“We had a whole week of space, Ellie, and I’ve had enough of it. Come here, right now, and bend over this fucking desk.”

She inches forward, her knees practically glued together in that dress, and stands in front of me.

I twirl my finger in the air and say, “Turn around and bend over.”

Ellie closes her eyes and lets out a long breath of air. She stays still for two seconds, then turns around, places her palms flat on the desk, and bends forward at the waist, resting her cheek on the wooden surface.

He ass is fucking spectacular and my hands can’t control themselves. I place both palms on each of her cheeks and rub her until she lets out a small moan.