Page 30 of His Good Girl
It’s undeniable.
“Here,” she says triumphantly a moment later. “It was in the Anderson Shoemakers folder.”
“How odd.”
She faces me, her eyes narrowed, a small smile on her lips. “Yes, how strange.”
She’s busted me, and she knows it. It brings a pretty blush to her cheeks that I find endearing and stiffens my cock further in my pants. I’ve been sporting a semi since she came in here the first time.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to run my hand under her skirt, up her inner thigh, to delve into her core and bring her to the brink of pleasure before dismissing her from my office, leaving her panting and on the edge, craving my touch. I know she wants it. I can see it in her gaze. My actions on Saturday night have triggered her. She is looking for a savior, someone to protect her and keep her safe. She needs the validation because someone hurt her badly in the past, and she doesn’t feel worth it. I inadvertently stumbled onto the one thing that she so desperately requires, but I also know that not anyone could give it to her. Certainly not some asshole whelp like Paul, who didn’t know the best thing when he had her. No, she’s looking for someone who can shelter her from the bad things in this world, and she’s found him in me. Little does she know how far I will go to prevent her from coming to any harm.
My phone rings, and I reach for it, answering it while she stands in front of me, almost awkwardly now.
“Rose,” I say quietly.
Serena’s eyes narrow further, and her lips purse slightly. Her jealousy is gorgeous.
“There’s a fella here. Says he’s on a collection.”
“What does he look like?” I hold Serena’s gaze, wishing I knew her thoughts.
“Brown hair and a neck tattoo.”
“That’s Guy, you can let him in. He knows what to collect.”
“I’ll get it for him.”
“No, it’s okay. He knows where to go. He’s also going to do some electronic work while he’s there.”
“Fine. As long as he doesn’t get in my way, he can do what the fuck he likes.”
“Thank you, Rose. You know you’re my best girl.”
“Feck off.”
Hanging up, a soft smirk playing on my lips, I murmur, “Dismissed.”
It draws Serena’s gaze to my mouth, her gaze full of fire. She is so envious of Rose, and I’m such a dick for making her that way, but I wanted to see it.
“As you wish,” she mutters and leaves me alone with a longing that I have never had for a woman before and will probably never have again.
* * *
Having played with enough fire today, I leave Serena alone, ignoring her until she knocks to tell me she’s leaving. I wave her off, not looking at her, or I will follow her and make her do things for me that she isn’t ready to experience.
An hour after she left, I secure my office and go as well, pulling out my phone when it dings for a text.
3 bugs. Standard set. Flushed. Coast clear. Package on route to destination.
Thanks.
Left you a surprise.
Gulping, my hand shakes when I hastily put the phone away. Surprises are gifts from the devil and come in the form of masked men invading your home, killing your family, and leaving you for dead.
Idon’tlike them.
But the thing is, Guy wouldn’t betray me. He ismine. I don’t trust him because I don’t trust anyone, but I have enough shit on him to bury him alive, so he is faithful to me. It’s enough. I’ve handed off the evidence to him because I can’t be associated with any of it. He will sort it from here on out, and I have to let him. The fact that he found three bugs that the Society planted is worrisome. Usually, he only finds one. Quentin must’ve planted two more on Sunday morning while I was in the shower. Not having to wonder why, I mean, it’s not fucking rocket science after I saved his niece, and he knew about it; it makes this game I’m playing with her even more dangerous.
