Page 79 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
I turned and strode down the corridor for a cold drink of water.
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It was late. I should’ve reviewed the analytics at home, but once I got started, the merger idea took root.
Tech was the future—and our reach bled into science, medicine, and innovation. We didn’t just predict trends; we hosted the exhibitions that created them.
I raised my arms and stretched my back before standing to shut down the computer. The rest I could review on my laptop. I messaged Garrett to bring the car around. He doubled as my driver and my bodyguard—efficient, discreet, and silent. Just how I liked it.
When I opened my office door, she was slumped at her desk, dozing. Her head rested on her hand, lips slightly parted.
I slammed my door shut again—loud.
She jolted upright, blinking as she tried to compose herself.
“You’re not getting paid overtime,” I said, walking past without a glance.
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I stared at Garrett’s back again. He always remained calm, but that was part of his job. I glanced out the window again, but the view didn't hold my attention.
Then I broke the cardinal rule.
“Garrett, have you ever come across a woman who irritates you to the point of violence?”
His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror before he smiled.
“My mother and Natalie Clarkson, but we were six years old at the time. Why?”
How bad could his mother be? I thought of mine and nodded. Mine was so overbearing that I limited my contact with her. As long as she got her money, she didn’t give a damn.
“I was just wondering… if you had, how did you deal with it?”
“Gym and weights.”
Mm. That would help me work out the excess rage.
I’d considered going to a bar and hooking up with someone for the night, but that would have to wait until the weekend. Tomorrow morning, I’d be in the gym.
“Is anyone bothering you?” he asked, eyes back on the mirror.
“No.”
She was burning me up from the inside out.
Didn’t women have better instincts than men? Or was it intuition? She had to know what she was doing.
I reached for my drink.
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My body ached all over, but nothing could disrupt me today.
I came to a halt outside my office, watching her through the glass.
Her hair was loose—darker at the top, tumbling in soft, sunlit curls down her back. The dark grey dress clung to every curve, cinched tight at her waist, accentuating that bountiful ass.
Her legs were bare, and the tall heels gave her that graceful, commanding look.
