Page 55 of Deceived Wrath

Maybe I’m just not giving them a good enough reason to break.

I give myself the entire afternoon to work through leads, taking countless calls with Brennan as he visits various club owners in the city while I work on the paper trail.

It’s boring work, but at least it keeps my mind occupied from thoughts of Fiona, who thankfully has not made another appearance in my office since this morning.

It seems I might actually survive this day after all.

I’m just sending off a quick message to Ronan with an update on the Lorcan situation when a knock sounds at the door. I glance at the time on my phone and frown.

It’s eight p.m. I didn’t realize it was so late, but apparently, the sun went down hours ago, and I didn’t even notice.

“Who is it?” Maybe it’s one of the janitors coming to empty my waste paper bin.

“It’s Fiona.”

She’s still here?

The door tentatively opens, and Fiona appears.

I frown. “It’s late.”

She gives a slight shrug. “There was a lot to catch up on.”

“I have no need of you, so you can go,” I say coolly.

“I just wanted to make sure you got your messages.” She saunters over to my desk.

I keep my eyes trained on my screen, but I see out of the corner of my eye one of the memos fall to the floor.

Without thinking, I move to pick it up just as Fiona leans down, giving me the perfect view of her tits spilling out of her top. As if I needed another part of her body to think about tonight.

I ball my hands into fists as she straightens, her eyes flicking to meet mine.

Color instantly floods her cheeks as she realizes I was just ogling her, but she doesn’t look away. From the way she takes that plump lower lip between her teeth, it seems she enjoyed having my attention.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Miss Callahan.”

“Oh?” Her blue eyes twinkle, which tells me all I need to know.

All of this, the short skirt and the bending over, was on purpose. She’s been trying to entice me all day. But one thing she is about to learn is that teasing me comes with some pretty severe consequences.

My voice lowers. “I don’t take well to being teased.”

As if she couldn’t surprise me anymore, she slowly walks around my desk and perches on the edge. She’s so close I can smell the sweet scent of her perfume.

Has she always worn that, or is this simply another way for her to test my restraint?

“Who says I’m playing?”

Fuck it.

I growl as I reach out to grip her hips, tugging her closer until she’s standing between my thighs.

“So, you’re saying that this wasn’t for me?” I run my fingers along the hem of her skirt, gently brushing against her bare thigh.

“It was the only skirt I had that went with these shoes,” she says a little breathlessly.

“And you couldn’t change the shoes?”