Page 91 of Money Reigns
Not a word. Not a raised voice.
But I step back anyway, breath catching as he rounds the desk, slow and deliberate, like a predator that knows the prey won’t run far.
“You burst in here,” he says, voice low and smooth, “because a few scraps of lace made you blush?”
He’s in front of me now.
Close.
Too close.
My back hits the door and I realize I’ve cornered myself.
“That’s not—”
His hand lifts. Just a single finger, pressed beneath my chin.
“Do you think I haven’t noticed what you wear under those skirts, Olivia?”
My throat tightens.
“You think I don’t know you wear those cheap cotton things every day?” But today you chose to wear the pantiesIbought you?”
I gasp.
He leans in, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“You moaned in them.”
A pulse of heat floods my cheeks, and lower.
“Warren—”
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” he whispers.
I shake my head.
“I see a womanwho doesn’t know how to accept being taken care of. Who flinches every time something’s given to her. Who spirals the second she’s seen.”
His lips brush my jaw.
“Too fucking bad, sweet girl.”
My breath shudders.
“You said you can’t tell me to stop,” he drawls. “So don’t try to draw new lines now.”
He pulls back, eyes sharp and icy and utterly in control.
“Take the lingerie, Olivia. Wear it. Or don’t. But don’t storm in here like you’ve forgotten who you belong to now.”
I exhale my hands trembling by my side.
“Now go. Pick out something pretty. And when you try them on… bring me your favorite.”
I am not going to do that.
My brows furrow as he pulls away and sits at his desk.
