Page 189 of Thorns of Malice

He releases my neck and turns me over, pinning his gaze on me.

I slide my arms around him, tugging his face to mine, urgently kissing him as if he might disappear.

He returns my affection as he sits and pulls me onto his lap.

We make out for a while, oblivious to anything except each other.

The intercom beeps, and Michelle tears us out of our trance, stuttering, "I-I-I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Carrington. Your next appointment is here."

Dax groans, shakes his head, then answers, "Put them in the conference room. I'll be there shortly."

"Y-yes, Mr. Carrington," she replies and hangs up.

I put my hand over my mouth and try to stifle my laugh.

Dax moves my hand, kisses me, and states, "I'm going to have to go back to work now."

"I know. Sorry I interrupted." I smirk.

He chuckles. "No, you aren't."

"Neither are you," I reply.

"Nope. You can bring your sexy body in here anytime, baby girl." He waggles his eyebrows.

I laugh, then move off him.

He rises and grabs my dress. He hands it to me, then pulls up his pants. He fastens them and pecks me on the lips. "I have a few more hours of work and then I'll be home. Okay?"

"Sure." I rise and tug my dress over my head.

He adds, "I have something for you before you go."

"What is it?"

He walks over to the safe and opens it. He pulls out three large accordion folders and holds them toward me. "These are for you."

I tilt my head, peering at them. "What are they?"

He studies me for a moment, and nerves fill my belly.

"Dax, why am I nervous about whatever is in those folders?"

He shakes his head, then answers, "Don't be. But I want you to take this information the right way."

"Meaning?"

He hands me the folders, and I take them. "When I obtained information on Seducing Ivy from your father's notebook, I also discovered these." He looks guilty, but I don't why.

The hairs on my arms rise. "I'm not following."

He briefly studies me, then says, "Your father created three more hybrids, but they weren't quite where they needed to be yet. My team has been working on continuing to develop what he started. After several tweaks, they're now winners."

I gape at him, speechless, my pulse skyrocketing.

He continues, "Read through these folders when you get home. We can discuss it over dinner, and it's up to you if you want to move forward with the patents."

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

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