Page 9 of Wreck Me

The urge to speak to her consumes me.

‘I’ll call you tomorrow.’ Caelon interrupts my thoughts. ‘Good luck with the Board.’

‘Safe home,’ Killian says with a solemn stare.

A flash of platinum materialises in my periphery.

Scarlett.

She’s with Avery and they’re striding towards our table. I snatch a breath.

Sean opens his mouth to speak but I lift a hand to silence him, my entire attention focused on wordlessly willing over the most alluring woman in the room.

As if Scarlett hears my silent subconscious plea, her face whips in my direction. She leans into Avery and whispers something into her ear.

Avery’s eyes land on mine and I beckon her over with one long finger.

Chapter Six

SCARLETT

‘Holy hell, he’s beckoning us over,’ Avery hisses in my ear.

I don’t need to ask who. I’m surrounded by men but my body is intrinsically in tune to the minute movements of just one.

The same one I was programmed to hate but instead, passionately pined after. It was his face at the forefront of my mind the first time I pushed a vibrator inside myself, not that I wouldeveradmit that out loud.

‘I’ve worked here for almost three years and he’s never once showed a remote bit of interest,’ Avery squeals, ‘which can only mean it’s you he wants.’

I swallow thickly, allowing Avery to steer me towards his table. Every atom in my body hums with nerves. The sensual rhythmic beat is loud enough to drown out the clacking of my heels, but nothing can drown out the blood roaring through my ears.

Rich espresso-coloured eyes rake over the expanse of my body, then bore unwaveringly into mine as I close the distance between us.

He’s even more gorgeous up close. More formidable.Moremale. His open suit jacket reveals a pristine white shirt. A hint of dark hair peeps from the open top button. Dark stubble dusts his razor-sharp jawline and lines the column of his throat.

He rises slowly as we approach the booth. As he stands, he readjusts his suit pants and my gaze is drawn to his crotch. I catch myself, heat flooding my face as I avert my eyes back to his.

He arches a single thick eyebrow in my direction, his pupils flickering with amusement.

‘And there was me thinking I pay a hefty membership fee to eyeyourcrotch.’ His velvety voice slides beneath my skin, making it too tight, too hot, despite the goosebumps rippling across it.

My mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

Avery nudges me. ‘Mr Beckett, it’s a pleasure to formally meet you. I’m Avery, and this is Scarlett.’ Her hand sweeps in front of me like she’s presenting me in a ballgown, not three decadent lace triangles.

‘Call me James, please.’ He’s talking to Avery but his eyes don’t stray from mine. We’re locked in a crazy, intensely potent stare. Lifting a hand, he motions us to join them in the booth. ‘A glass of champagne, perhaps?’

I glance at Avery.

A low chuckle rumbles from James’s throat. ‘Don’t worry, I don’t bite.’

His companions, his brothers, judging by their remarkable similarity, glance up, halting their conversation. Avery slides into the booth opposite James, leaving the only free seat directly next to him.

I slip into it, the leather dipping beneath my bare ass cheeks.

James has barely said two sentences, and the tiny scrap of material covering my modesty is already saturated. I might bea virgin, but I’ve fantasised about this man since it dawned on me that my vagina had more than one purpose. Not only is he devastatingly attractive, but ogling my former family’s biggest rival seemed like the ultimatefuck you.

Avery turns to the other two men and introduces herself while James studies me like I’m some sort of endangered species.

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