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Emery can never learn about any of this. How our marriage was a means to a bigger arrangement and not just about owning the business. How I plan to bring Angus into the company and cut out her dad. Garyn will retire a wealthy man, but without a place on the board of trustees like I agreed. That will go to Angus, allowing him to corrupt the well-respected company.Emery may not like her mother and father, but they’re still her parents. I suspect she has a certain loyalty to them. She also despises deception of any kind, especially from me. Who knows how all this would affect her? After today, I never want to find out.
19
ALL OF THIS IS MINE, INCLUDING YOU
Lachlan opens the door connecting our rooms and jerks to a stop as if colliding with a glass wall.
His reaction is more than I’d hoped for.
Lorna had laid out three outfits that were appropriate for the dinner, but I chose a wild card after overhearing Lachlan’s conversation with Wes.
It sounded like he was defending me. Does that mean some part of him cares?
His aqua eyes drink me in. The dress is sexy—even for me. I bet Benoîtchose it. He had picked out a few racy outfits for me to try on.
The nude lace dress is fitting and see-through with ruffles at the high collar, and the cap sleeves. Underneath a nude silk slip, almost the same shade as my skin, hugs my body. The low V-neck displays my ample cleavage, but I’m not as afraid to show it off, thanks to Lachlan. The slip stops above my knees, and the lace ruffled hem falls to mid-calf. It’s sexy but demure. I doubt it’s conservative enough for this dinner with these people.
He drags his tongue across his lower lip. “Turn.”
I do, slowly, and lift my hair in the back so he can see how low the slip falls to the top of my butt.
He hisses, sounding closer, and then he stands in front of me. His woodsy scent carries notes of the ocean. “You’re not wearing that.”
“It was in my closet with the clothes you provided. I don’t see what the problem is.”
He grips my arm but not painfully. “You love to test me.”
“I could take it off.” I’ll do it right here in front of him.
His intense stare shifts to something cunning. “I know what this is—you’re aching for what you denied yourself. I told you you would.”
It’s true. My lady parts are in heat. He worked me up, and I thought it would fade away. Instead, I’ve been thinking about him between my legs ever since. How would it feel? Would I like it? Would I want more?
That ghost of a smirk forms at the corner of his mouth. “Now you’ll have to wait until after dinner. We’re late.”
He guides me by the arm from the room and into the hallway.
His strong fingers on my skin aren’t helping my desire.
“How do you feel?” he asks when we reached the stairs and start the long descent.
So concerned. “I’m fine.”
“‘I’m fine’ can mean many things.”
“If you want to help me feel better…” I give him a seductive grin.
“You’ll get what you want once we talk. You’ll get my mouth between your pretty thighs while I devour all that hot little pussy has to give. I’ll fuck you with my tongue and make you come so hard you’ll black out.”
My core clenches with desperate need for that. All of it.
His eyes shimmer. “Look at you,Cat-fiadhaich.”
That Scottish Gaelic will be the end of me. I never knew a man with a British accent who speaks in Gaelic would be my wildest fantasy come true. How could I? Does one exist other than Lachlan? The composed businessman hiding tattoos under his suit and a sculpted body I want to explore—for learning purposes only—is a dangerous combination.
Maybe I should call Tinsley. I could keep the bulk of what’s happening to me from her. She wouldn’t pry. We’re not close like me and Adelaide, who would sniff out something is off. When we last spoke, I asked Tinsley for ideas on where to take Adelaide for a fun weekend. The Masquerade nightclub was the last time I was free.
But how free was I really? I couldn’t make out with a guy beyond kissing. I was penniless. Homeless. A dropout. Now, I’m married and live in a castle. I have a room fit for a queen, and a sexy beast of a husband who wants to know my sorrows and fuck me into oblivion. When put like that, I’m up, not down.
