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I wouldn’t put it past someone trying.
“You’ll meet her when I decide she’s ready,” I say to fend off Thomas’s slew of questions before they begin.
It does nothing to curb his curiosity, and he keeps his gaze steady on me.
“Whenshe’sready,” he repeats thoughtfully. “Not part of the kink scene, then. Does she know aboutyourlifestyle?”
God, he’s annoyingly perceptive.
“She will soon enough. I’m introducing her to things slowly.” I keep the information I offer to a bare minimum, but I can’t help the note of pride that sneaks into my voice. “She’s a quick learner. A natural even over text.”
I can’t wait to see just how far that natural instinct goes when she’s on her knees for me properly. She’s going to be perfect for me; of that I have no doubt.
“Overtext?” Thomas asks, his brows hiking up toward his hairline. “Don’t tell me you met her on a dating app.”
I chuckle at the thought, shaking my head. “Of course not. I’m not telling you where we met so don’t bother asking.”
Thomas’s face splits into a wide grin and he immediately asks, “Where’d you two meet?”
I blink at him, unimpressed with his sarcasm, and he leans back against the couch as he laughs, loud and boisterous. The fact that he’s still prying after I made it clear that I wasn’t going to tell him anything is rather annoying, but I’m not surprised.
It’s just who he is. A nosy busybody… but essentially my best friend.
“Fine, take all my fun,” he says with a fake pout. “Texting isn’t like you, though. Have you even fucked her yet?”
I wrinkle my nose at his bluntness, although it’s a question I wouldn’t hesitate to answer if she were anyone else. When it comes to Riley, the possessive part of me wants to keep everything about her to myself and hide her away from the world entirely.
I want even just the thought of her to belong to me.
“I’ve gotten a taste.”
The memory of that Halloween party after she officially got hired will forever be seared into my mind. She was so sweet for me, hot and wet and tight around my fingers, making the prettiest little noises against my lips as I made her come for me.
I’ve craved it ever since.
“So what?—”
“Stop fishing,” I say, sharp and unamused. “I’m not giving you any more hints.”
Thomas laughs at my insistence, but he knows I’m done playing along for now. He holds his hands up innocently in a gesture of surrender.
“Alright, don’t bite my head off, I’ll behave.” He leans forward and picks his half-full glass up, raising it toward me. “To you. I look forward to meeting Miss Mystery.”
CHAPTER 10
RILEY
Ican’t remember the last time a workweek was soeasy.
Even with the added stress of my new responsibilities, it felt like today breezed by. I feel a little bit like I belong there. I had plenty of time between meetings with the different project teams to get my work done, and my meeting with Nick to update him on my weekly progress went smoothly.
I even managed to keep my thoughts on work, though it was impossible not to picture Nick in the office next to mine. I could see it so clearly—him behind that mahogany desk, posture perfect, radiating the kind of quiet dominance that made the air in any room heavier. His suit, as flawless as ever, highlights the perfection that is Nicholas D’Amico. Broad shoulders and the hard lines of his chest hint at the strength beneath without ever giving it away.
I can’t help but wonder what he would look like stripped of all that polish. Tie gone, buttons undone, and his control abandoned. The thought was a distraction I had no business indulging in, but it clung to me anyway.
As fun and fulfilling as today has been, I’mexhausted.
A lot has changed. While my workload has decreased since I’m not doing Sloane’s work, the files Nick has me working on now are a lot more important than what I was doing last week. It’s crazy to think how much has changed in five days.
