Page 26 of Ruthless Secrets
He’s wearing charcoal-colored slacks today with a white shirt that is rolled up at the elbows to expose his powerful forearms.
I can’t believe that I slept with this man. I still replay that night over and over in my mind. What it was like to have his weight on top of me, to hear his groans of pleasure as he moved inside me?—
“I was always told that if you’re on time, you’re late, and if you’re early, you’re on time.”
Shut up, Clara.
“That’s very good advice.” He steps aside to let me in.
My cheeks burn, so I quickly untuck my hair so it can fall in front of my face.
I swear every time he looks at me, I blush like a teenager with a crush.
I’m a twenty-four-year-old woman with a child, for Christ’s sake. I need to get my shit together.
“Can I get you a drink? Coffee? Water? Something stronger?”
I shake my head. “No, I'm fine, thanks.”
My mouth is bone dry, and I seem to have forgotten how to speak, so we walk in silence across the main floor.
“I thought we could go to my office to get all of the paperwork out of the way and then I can go through all of your responsibilities.”
All I seem to be able to do is nod.
I can feel Marco’s eyes on me, but he doesn’t say anything as he holds open the door that is just off the bar, and I follow behind him along a narrow corridor.
“These two closets are for storage, extra towels, and what not, and then my office is through here.”
Still, I say nothing. How can I when all I can focus on is how good his ass looks in those pants?
He punches in the code on the door, and the sound of it unlocking snaps me back to the present.
I follow Marco inside and try not to balk at the sight of his luxurious office.
The color scheme of Nox continues into his office, with its black walls and black leather furniture. A fully stocked drinks cart sits beside the couch at one end of the room and at the other is a large black desk with chairs on either side. The dark emerald rug is the only color in the room, and I feel as if I’m walking into a very expensive dungeon.
“Do you like it?”
I jump at the sound of Marco’s voice.
He’s standing behind me as I stare around the room. He’s so close that I can smell his expensive cologne. The very one he wore that night…
You have a daughter!
The words are on the tip of my tongue as I stare around the room.
It’s apparent that Marco has money, and lots of it. It would be in Zoe’s interest to tell Marco the truth, but the thought of him only throwing money at her rather than wanting a relationship has me keeping my mouth shut.
I would rather struggle for money than risk Marco breaking Zoe’s heart.
“It’s impressive.”
Marco chuckles, and I cringe.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to have a shot of tequila to take the edge off.
I cross over to the desk just to put some distance between us and take a seat. It’s like my body is in tune to his every move. Even when I can’t see him, I canfeelhis presence like a shadow passing over me.
