Page 33 of My Ghost

“What?I’m not working out there?”I hope my horror doesn’t show too much on my face.

“Of course not,” he grouses.“The team there is working on mainstream projects, data analyzing, surveillance protocols,businesscoordination.You will be working here where I can keep an eye on you.”

Ofcoursehe would keep me under surveillance.I grit my teeth.

“How many people are working on this floor for you?”I ask, curious.The place looks like it is set up for at least fifty people, it must be bustling with activity during the day.

“Two,” he replies, deadpan.“Three now, with you.”

I didn’t think my jaw could drop any lower.Apparently it could.

“What?There’s only the two of them?For your whole organization?”

His eyes narrow.“There are wholecompanieshandling the day-to-day business.This is the inner circle where only the most…sensitive information is handled.”

I let out a shaky breath.Okay, this really is his Batcave.Now that I’ve seen the place, what will he do when he doesn’t need me anymore?

I turn around slowly, then choose a desk in the far corner.As far away from him as possible, but angled in a way where I can see what he is doing.There is no way I’ll turn my back to him.I sit down and boot up the device, and suddenly I’m in.I’m almost giddy with excitement.I’m inside his fortress!I shamelessly snoop around, seriously impressed with his network.After I rummage around for a while, I start setting up my own contained space, from where I will be able to navigate the underworld.

“What exactly am I looking f—” The words die in my mouth as I look up at Matteo.

He is staring intently at his screen.

A pair of nerdy black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

And my panties just caught fire.

Chapter Nineteen

Matteo

“What exactly am I looking f—”

I frown at my screen, pretending to look focused on what’s in front of me and not like I’m trying to regain composure.Pretending I didn’t stare at her for the last half-hour like a fucking creep.

She’s here.In my kingdom.

And I’ve watched her set up her workspace, fingers flying over the keyboard, a little frown creasing her forehead in concentration.She looked purposeful, efficient, a queen in her realm.And damn me if her scent filling my office isn’t making my head spin.She has removed her hoodie and underneath she is wearing a cut off T-shirt that is robbing me of my sanity.My eyes are drawn to her midriff and I want to drag my tongue over every inch of her skin.My cock has been painfully hard since the moment she opened her front door and glared at me this morning.

And the car ride?That was the worst fucking torture.

She is sitting so close I can smell her shampoo, something flowery sweet and intoxicating.She is biting into the bagel I’ve brought her as a peace offering.

Then she fucking moans.

And I’m this close to coming in my pants.

Goddamnit, think about something else.Something you hate.

Kittens!That’s it.They’re weak, helpless, utterly pathetic.

And cute…just like her.Fuuuck I’m so fucked.

I finally manage to look up.She’s sitting by the desk in the far corner and it feels way too far.I will have someone move her desk next to mine by tomorrow.

She is looking at me expectantly and I realize that I haven’t registered a word she said.

“Yes?”The word comes out more gruffly than I’d like, but it seems like that’s the only tone I am able to use around her.It’s either that or begging her to let me eat her pussy.