Page 11 of Money Reigns

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There’s a crease between her brows that deepens when she bites her lip,those lips,and leans closer to the screen. She’s nervous, fidgeting. She keeps adjusting the hem of her skirt, like she thinks it’s too tight.

It’s not.

It’s perfect.

She’s nervous. Self-conscious. Probably sweating under that polyester blend she tried to pass off as business casual.

But she’s holding it together.

Barely.

That’s what makes it interesting.

There’s always a moment right before a person breaks, when you see the cracks, the fragility. It’s the moment I want to catch, pry open,keep.Olivia Baker is teetering there, and it’s fucking fascinating. I want topush.

I shouldn’t care. She’s just another name on a file. Another pretty girl in a borrowed skirt.

But then she tucks her hair behind her ear, glances toward the elevator like she’s already wondering how hard it would be to run.

Run little doe.

“Cut it out,” Wesley mutters under his breath as he steps up beside me, his arms crossed.

I don’t answer. Just keep leaning against the glass wall of the conference room, my arms folded, gaze locked on Olivia.

A flicker moves through my chest. Discomfort. Or something worse.

I don’t turn to look at him. “Cut what out?”

“You know exactly what,” he hisses. “You’re burning a hole in her back.”

“She can’t feel it.”

“Warren.” His tone sharpens; firm, clipped.Serious.No one calls me that. Not unless they want to start something.

I slowly turn toward him.

His expression is taut. Tired. Protective. “You are not sleeping with this one.”

“I’m not sleeping with her.”

It’s a lie.

He knows it.

Wesley scoffs. “Bullshit. You said that about the last one, too.”

I shrug one shoulder. “The last one wasn’t your assistant.”

“She worked forme.”

“She also had a thing for being tied up and left begging on her knees, but I didn’t see her filing a complaint.”

“You left herstrandedat the fucking docks, “Wesley hisses, jabbing a finger into my chest. “Luckily it only tooktwenty grandto keep her quiet.”

I grin. “She wanted the water view.”

“Shecried,War.”

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