Page 61 of Deceived Wrath

“I’ll try,” I mumble, but with my mind still full of Cormac, I have a horrible feeling sleep isn’t going to come.

I’m starting to second-guess my plan of seducing Cormac. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but after walking past his office this morning and seeing him sitting behind his desk… It’s a miracle I made it into my office without my legs giving out.

He might have an attitude problem, but that jawline sure as hell makes up for it.

After making myself a coffee, I sit down at my desk and quickly pull up Cormac’s calendar.

Thankfully, he’s in back-to-back meetings all day, which means there’s no chance of running into him in the hallway.

Part of me is relieved, but the other part of me, the part that is still sore from where he took me against his desk, wants to go and seek him out.

Is he thinking about it too? Or am I just another notch on his metaphorical bedpost?

I frown at the thought.

As much as I’ve tried telling myself I don’t care and that the sex means nothing, I know I’m kidding myself.

This isexactlywhy I should have kept my panties on. Sex and emotions go hand in hand, at least for me, and now I’ve gone and gotten myself attached to a Sullivan.

I stare down at my already empty cup. “I’m going to need a lot more coffee.”

The hours pass in a blur as I fight to keep up with the influx of emails that land in my inbox.

Just when I finally have it cleared, I go and make myself another cup of coffee and come back to find twenty more. But I shouldn’t complain. Anything that stops me from thinking about Cormac is a good thing.

By the time seven o’clock rolls around, I’m suitably worked up and ready for round two. My workday technically ended over an hour ago, but I’m still here, waiting for the rest of the office to empty out before I make my move.

After Melody stops by to drop off some paperwork before she heads home, I quickly run a brush through my hair and spray some perfume onto my collarbone before crossing the hall to Cormac’s office.

I peer around the door.

“Was there something you wanted, Miss Callahan?”

“You tell me.”

Cormac’s eyes flick up to meet mine, and I fight a smile as I see them darken with need.

I don’t look away as I shut the door and slowly cross the room, making a point to accentuate the sway of my hips with each step. It seems to do the trick, as by the time I reach the desk, Cormac is on his feet and closing the distance between us.

He stares down at me. “Let me make something very clear. This thing between us…is purely physical.”

I barely hear a word he says. All I can focus on is howbighe is. Even in heels, I have to strain my neck to look up at him. And he smells incredible, like he just took a bath in a forest during a rainstorm.

“I know,” I manage to say.

“That’s what every woman says.”

“Ah, so you sleep with all your assistants?”

Cormac glowers down at me, but I don’t balk.

I shrug. “Don’t worry, I can keep things professional.”

“Good, because believe me, just because I fuck you doesn’t mean I’ll be any less demanding when it comes to your job.”

Even just hearing Cormac sayfuckhas me squirming on the spot.

“I can handle anything.”