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I don’t answer.
“Why, Scarlett, you didn’t think this was for real,” he says, “did you?”
I hate him.
Chapter Thirteen
Hudson
I’m being mean to her.
The thought trickles into my brain about an hour into our work.
Or, should I say, was.
Since I taunted her, it’s been work and pure business politeness, which from the way the smile’s gone and the light’s dimmed in her, says it might be worse.
My office is spacious, the kind of spacious it could be carved into a three-bedroom apartment. Yet it feels small.
The last of the day’s sunlight is streaming, giving the place a buoyancy that doesn’t feel that way. No, it feels dark and oppressive, and like I need to get the fuck out and get some fresh air.
Scarlett’s also mad.
Not a tantrum throwing, look at me anger, but something deeper, more real, and that circles back to hurt.
I’m not a cruel person, at least, I don’t go out of my way to do so. That doesn’t get me the results I want in business. Obviously, I’m no pushover but the fact she’s hurting is…
Leaning back in the armchair angled next to the sofa, I think about it as I lock my fingers together over my abs.
I really have no idea why I said that. But there’s something, deep down, that says differently. It’s her. Everything about her and the ways she surprises me; her scent, her mind, that mouth.
There’s no way around it. I’m way too attracted to her.
Fuck.
I push up and go to the wet bar and pour a drink. I need the boost. Or the edge taken off, and it’s going to be a long night for me. Then I pour one for her and take it over.
“No, thank you.”
“Take it,” I snarl.
Her eyes narrow. “You made your point, sir.”
“Just take it.” I soften my voice and continue to hold it out. “Please.”
“What is it?”
“Dirty martini, rocks.”
Her mouth sets and for a moment I don’t think she’s going to take it, but she finally wraps her fingers around the low ball and they brush against mine, sending cascades of shivery sparks of need through me. All the way down. To my cock.
And just like that, I switch gears.
Just because I’m urbane doesn’t mean I don’t know how to hunt with skill and deadly determination.
I haven’t decided how far to go because the situation is delicate.
But she’s there.
