Page 45 of Possessive Mr. Pen

“We can’t tell them about the contract,” I demand.

He props an elbow on the table and leans into my space.

“I agree.The less they know, the safer they are,” he murmurs.

His heavy-lidded stare aimed at my lips is all too distracting.

“You’re being too agreeable,” I mumble.

“I’ll never complain about being close to you.I crave you,” he purrs.

My fool heart skips a beat.

“That means we have to pretend to be an actual couple when they’re around,” I warn.

His smirk arrows straight to my core.I curse myself for falling into his trap.

My phone alarm chimes.I’ve never been so happy for a distraction in my entire adult life.

“I know you’re the boss, but I can’t afford to be late, especially after two days of absence.I need to go,” I say as I rise.

“This townhouse is the only place secure enough to talk,” he says.

I pause halfway to the sink with my plate.

He revealed much in the conference room yesterday, but he had all Monday to prepare, so he no doubt turned off all recording devices beforehand and took all precautions so our conversation remained strictly between us.

“You suspect someone at the office is a spy?”I ask.

“I suspect everyone except you, my warrior queen.”

I roll my eyes and continue to the sink.

“Everyone?What about my sisters?Will the townhouse not be safe once they move in?”I challenge.

I watch him lean back in his chair and cross his arms over his chest in the shiny backsplash before he responds.

“No, your sisters are not suspects.I won’t doubt them, nor will they be stuck in the house.They’re free to come and go as they please, but no visitors,” he says.

His answer calms the rage festering in my soul.I set my plate in with the dirty cooking utensils and turn to face him.

“I need a list of people privy to your plans.Right now.”

He quirks a brow and replies in his customary terse manner.

“You, me, Uncle Levi, and Uncle Ronan.”

I bite back my frustration.

“That’s a… short and incomplete list,” I deadpan.

“Short, yes, but not incomplete,” he says.

I cross my arms over my chest and scowl.

“You haven’t told me anything about your uncles.One you’ve never mentioned before and the other beat you to a pulp.How am I supposed to trust them?”

He stands, stalks to me, and presses his palms on the counter behind me, caging me in with his bulk.