Page 88 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

It’s what they do.

I should turn back. Instead, I take a deep breath and knock on the door frame, my knuckles barely making a sound against the wood.

He looks up, eyes momentarily unguarded before the shutters come down.

“Tatiana,” he says, his voice carefully neutral. “Something wrong?”

“Actually, yes.” I step into his office uninvited, emboldened by scotch and frustration. “I’ve been reviewing the Alvarez proposal for the sustainable cooling systems, and your margins are off.”

It’s a minor detail, one he’d probably catch himself eventually, but it’s the only legitimate business reason I could come up with to confront him at this hour.

He leans back in his chair, eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”

“Yes. You’ve underestimated the installation costs by at least fifteen percent. I ran the numbers twice.”

Dom studies me for a long moment, and I fight the urge to fidget under his gaze. “That’s an unusual concern for after midnight.”

“It’s not midnight yet,” I counter, glancing at the sleek clock on his wall. “And I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you decided to audit my spreadsheets?” His tone holds a hint of amusement now, which only irritates me further.

“Someone has to.”

He sighs, pushing his laptop aside. “Fine. Show me.”

I pull up the relevant file on my phone, stepping closer to his desk to hand it to him. He takes it, fingers brushing mine in the exchange, and I hate the little spark that jumps between us at the contact.

He studies the screen, scrolling through my annotations.

“You’re right,” he admits after a moment. “Good catch.”

The easy capitulation throws me off balance. I was geared up for an argument.

“While we’re at it,” I say, plunging ahead, “I’d like to know what really happened at the investor lunch.”

His entire demeanor changes in an instant, shoulders stiffening. “We’ve been through this. It was a minor—”

“Disturbance, yes, I know the party line.” I cross my arms over my chest. “But Mr. Chung specifically mentioned ‘familial issues.’”

“This again?” Dom stands abruptly, his chair rolling back with the force of the movement. He towers over me, and I have to fight the instinct to step back. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Let it go, Tatiana,” he says, voice dangerously low.

“No. We’re supposed to be partners in this charade. You said it yourself. We’re a team. How am I supposed to play my part if you keep me in the dark?”

He moves around the desk in three long strides, closing the distance between us. “You want to talk about familial issues?” His eyes are dark, intense. “I’ll show you familial issues.”

Before I can process what’s happening, his hands are on my waist, backing me against the wall beside the door. My heart hammers against my ribs, fear and excitement warring in my veins.

“Dom, what are you—”

His mouth crashes down on mine, cutting off my question. The kiss is nothing like our previous one. It’s harder, more demanding, as if he’s trying to claim something.

His hands tighten on my waist, fingers digging into the silk of my robe, and heat pools low in my belly.

Push him away! This is exactly how he avoids real conversations, by distracting you with sex!

But I can’t. I don’t want to. My hands betray me, sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders instead of shoving him back.

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