Page 67 of His Fury

He’s what?

“What the fuck did you just say?” I asked her, sensing the growl in my voice, which was probably why the little devil let out a delighted laugh. “You like making me jealous, Is?” I asked, a smile forming in spite of myself.

“You enjoy having someone follow me around?” she retorted playfully.

“I like knowing that you’re safe,” I told her in a calm voice.

“I like knowing you’re interested enough to be jealous.”

“I’ll show you how interested I am when I bend you overthe bed and fuck you later,” I promised, and I heard her breath hitch as I spoke.

“Well, damn.” She cleared her throat. “As much as I want that”—she paused—“I really want that,” she admitted. “Gerard called a meeting for later this evening, so I don’t think that will happen tonight.”

We had made arrangements earlier. I had even given her the code for the house and emailed both the chef and the housekeeper to inform them that there would be an extra guest. Isla would be staying with me for the foreseeable future. She hadn’t protested although she did ask to stay in the guest room and not move into my room when I offered.

I respected her boundaries. But considering I’d be sleeping in her bed every night anyway, I didn’t really give a fuck which room held my clothes.

“Then I’ll come to The Grand later,” I told her, watching the screens. “I’m at Elixir now. If you want, you can come here after work and stay in the loft, and we’ll go home together when I’m done.”

“Oh…”

I knew that oh meant she was tempted. “And if you fall asleep, I’ll wake you up nice and slowly.”

Her little gasp made my cock twitch. “You’re a bad man, Zayn McCabe.”

“You’ll come here later?”

“With you? Always.”

I laughed at her playfulness.

“And now I’m blushing,” she muttered, and I knew her cheeks would be flaming red. “Yeah, I’ll let you know when I’m leaving.” It was another topic we had discussed this morning before she left for work—check-ins. She hated it, but the other night was still too fresh in her mind to fight it. In time, it would become a habit, andshe wouldn’t even remember why she had protested so much.

I heard the door to her office open and what sounded like Isla attempting to muffle the call. She wasn’t very good at it.

“Tell him I’m on a call and I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Ask for water,” I told her when she was asked if she wanted tea or coffee.

“How... Water,” she snapped. “Sorry, that’s not directed at you…I’ve got a bully on the line.” She paused, and I could feel her anger when she spoke to me next. “Could you try not to be such an overbearing control freak asshole?”

“No.”

“Ugh, I’ll talk to you later. Oh, and I’m having coffee.”

She hung up.

You need water, keep hydrated

Why? You think they’re watching me?

Shit, I didn’t mean to scare her.

Unlikely. I’m just planning to fuck you hard later, and you’ll last longer if you’re hydrated

I have a meeting, and you’re making me blush!

Enjoy your meeting

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