Page 27 of Ruthless Secrets
I keep my eyes lowered as Marco walks around the desk, but when he doesn’t take a seat, I glance up at him and frown.
“Come and take a seat here.” He pats the back of his chair.
I blink, but I do as he says.
As I stand, I make sure to run my hands over my black skirt to smooth out any wrinkles and when I look up, I catch Marco staring.
I was told to wear a white shirt and black skirt, nothing out of the ordinary or particularly eye-catching. But ever since having Zoe, my breasts have almost doubled in size and that’s not the only thing to have gotten bigger.
I tried my best to find something a little less tight fitting, but most of my clothes are from my pre pregnancy era, and I didn’t exactly have a lot of notice to go shopping.
I was feeling self-conscious when I was getting dressed this morning but given the look that Marco is currently giving me, I’m suddenly feeling a lot better.
My breath catches as his eyes flick to my chest, but then he blinks, and the moment passes.
How the hell are we meant to work together? It’s clear that there is this weird connection between us, regardless of Zoe, but somehow we just have to ignore it? Is that the plan here?
My sudden lack of sex over the past fifteen months is making itself known as I walk around the desk and take a seat in Marco’s chair where I’m instantly engulfed by the smell of his cologne.
I take a deep breath and try not to moan as the scent instantly transports me back to that night at the Plaza. I have to squeeze my thighs together, but it does little to relieve the ache that is starting to build between them.
Being pregnant and single was hard, and the last thing on my mind was dating. Then Zoe came along and well, having a baby doesn’t exactly leave you with a lot of time to date. So, my one night with Marco was the last time I slept withanyone,and I’m starting to find climbing into bed alone night after night incredibly lonely.
“Let’s get you all set up with a staff login,” Marco says.
I freeze as he leans over me and reaches for the mouse.
“This is needed to access the tablets and tills behind the bar.”
“O-okay.”
I catch the muscles in his forearms flexing as he fires up the computer.
He has to be doing this on purpose. Surely, he knows the effect he’s having on me, considering the fact that my face turns a bright shade of red every time he looks at me.
In what universe did I think this was a good idea?
The moment I realized who Marco was, I should have turned down the job.
But it’s too late to walk away now. If I did, it would only raise questions that I’m not sure I can answer. Besides, no other hospitality job in the city is going to offer me a salary that is even close to what Marco is paying me.
I have to remember that I’m doing this for Zoe and her future.
I’m hit with a wave of guilt as I sneak a look at Marco, whose dark eyes are focused on the screen.
He deserves to have the chance to bond with his daughter, and I’m standing in the way of that.
I need to tell him, and the longer I wait, the angrier he’ll be.
I just have to hope that he can find a way to forgive me from keeping his daughter from him all this time.
Chapter Seven
MARCO
Clara has been here lessthan an hour, and I’m already starting to regret hiring her. Not because she’s not good, but because my cock has been achingly hard the entire time, and the last thing I need right now is a sexual harassment suit.
When I met with her yesterday, I couldn’t tell whether the connection I was feeling between us was all in my head, considering the fact she could barely look at me.
