Page 40 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
“My office.Now.”
“Mason, I—”
“Now, Lexi,” I growl.
I stand just inside the door, and she walks past me as I slam the door shut and cross my arms.
“I can explain.”She holds out her injured hand as I lift a brow.“Well, actually I can’t—”
I close the gap, stopping way too close, and take her arm.
“First, have you had medical treatment?”I ask, aware that a very important business meeting is carrying on without me while I play fucking doctor with my PA.
She blinks.
“It’s an easy question, Lexi.Have you had treatment?”
“Yes,”
“Pain meds?”
She nods.“I went home to get them at lunch.”
My thumb rolls over her bare skin, my gaze searching her face.
“Did you fuck him?”I ask, and listen, I know it’s inappropriate, and that I have zero claim on this woman right now after my behavior, but I need to know.
I need to know every man she’s slept with, and right now I think I’ll seek them out and dismember them.
I’m not a murderer.
That’s insane.
“Craig?”
“You fucked Craig?!”I raise my voice.
“No.Who are you talking about?”
“How many men have you fucked?Jesus.”I tighten my hold, and she flinches.
Shit.
“In my whole life or while in America?”
“Swear to god, Lexi, answer my damn question.Have you or have you not slept with Mark Harrow?”I demand, taking her hips and pulling her close to me.
She recoils.
“No!”
My hand is threading through her hair.“I fucked up.I can’t focus on goddamn anything.I still want you.”
“You came out of your meeting to tell me that?”she breathes, and I need to know if she’s wet.
My hand tugs up her skirt and slides around to her supple ass, slipping my fingers under the lace.
“No.”Yes.Maybe.
