Page 90 of Arrogant Bastard

“Why did you just leave me there?” I blurt even though I swore somewhere between the second and third hours of my assessment that I wasn’t going to acknowledge it.

He reaches over and takes my hand, drawing it into his lap. “Because I know the way she operates. Any sign of something between us and it would’ve meant another day’s probing questions.”

I frown. “But doesn’t she already know about us?”

“She knows I had a thing with the Widow. She’ll probably figure it out eventually, but I wanted to save you the hassle. I want you to be done with her and the whole damn place as soon as possible. Okay?” He raises my hand and kisses my knuckle.

As an explanation, it’s pretty decent. And yet…

I’m still seething by the time we roll through the gates of the Malibu mansion. Dinner consists of scrumptious quesadillas prepared by Debbie and a bottle of chilled white wine. But my appetite is nil.

I give up halfway through, and I toss my napkin on the table. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Want some company?”

I shrug. He joins me anyway. Works magic on me with his hands and mouth. By the time we leave the shower, my mood has improved.

Except the next day is just as bad, and the day after is worse. For starters, I go to Lisa Channing’s office alone after Killian disappears with Scot the moment the elevator doors open.

The moment I sit down, she starts grilling me about Cairo, and specifically about Killian. About how long we were involved. I’m waiting for the question on how long we fucked, each time we fucked, when the door opens and the subject of my interrogation for the last four hours walks in.

Lisa jumps to her feet, her dimples making an appearance despite the slightly puzzled look on her face. “Killian…hi…umm, we weren’t quite done.”

“Really? My apologies, I must have gotten my wires crossed. The light outside your door was off.”

Her eyes widen. “Was it?” She struts a little too close, her arm brushing his when she walks past him to peer at the light. “That’s so weird. I didn’t turn it off.”

He shrugs, his gaze resting on me.

Lisa walks back into the office, her hands gliding over her lean hips in a subtle move that draws attention to her assets. “Well, seeing as we were at a natural break, Miss Carson, I think we’ll leave it here for today.”

I stand up and grab my purse. “Great. Cannot wait for tomorrow.” The snark in my voice is hard to contain. I head for the door before I do something unfortunate. Like shoving the cactus sitting on her desk somewhere very painful.

“See you around, Lisa,” Killian says.

“Oh, I thought you came to see me?”

I grit my teeth and tell myself to keep moving. But I can’t help it. I swivel to watch Killian.

“I came to escort Faith back upstairs.”

Lisa’s gaze darts to me for a moment before she raises an eyebrow at Killian. “You two came together?”

He slides his hands into his pockets. “Yes.” He leaves it at that.

Lisa stares at him for a long moment before she smiles. “Next time, then.”

“Sure thing.”

I contain myself until we’re in the elevator.

“Sure thing?”

His hands leave his pockets, and he crowds me into one corner of the small space. “I came to save you. Don’t I get any credit?”

“No,” I snap. God, I hate being jealous. I hate the nastiness it spikes through my bloodstream. I shake my head. “Sure thing,” I spit again. “She was questioning my motives and my ethics. Can you believe her?”

He lowers his head. “Sorry, baby.”

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