Page 94 of Deceived Wrath

It looks exactly like it did the last time I was here, which makes me frown.

I was half expecting there to be an explosion of stuffed animals or maybe even a stroller, but there’s nothing.

He hands me my coffee. “Here.”

I eagerly wrap my hands around the mug just to keep my hands busy. “So…how are you?”

This shouldn’t be awkward. I mean, the man has had his face buried between my thighs. And yet, he can’t even look at me.

Shit.

He regrets what happened. It’s written all over his face. That’s why I’m here. Maybe he thinks having this conversation away from the office will make things easier.

I wish my stomach didn’t sink at the thought of never getting to experience that side of Cormac again, the one who both worships and devours my body like it’s his own property. But it does.

“I’m fine,” Cormac grunts.

I start, so consumed by my thoughts that I had forgotten I had asked him a question.

“Were you in LA?”

“Yes.”

It seems we’re back to the one-word answers, so I wait, letting the silence settle as he finishes making his espresso.

But even when Cormac takes his coffee and walks over to the couch without a backward glance, I find myself wanting to scream at him.

He has the audacity to call me here on a Saturday morning after the news breaks that he has a son, but doesn’t even have the decency to explain why?

Screw the espresso.

Where the hell is the tequila?

I follow Cormac over to the couch and take a seat beside him, feeling my cheeks warm as I remember what happened the lasttime we were on this couch. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

It doesn’t help that there is still a dull ache between my thighs from how hard he took me.

I cross my legs. “Is your son here?”

“He’s upstairs.”

“You never mentioned you had a son.”

Cormac eyes me closely, his face a cold mask.

“There was no need for you to know.”

“But there is now?”

“Yes.”

Apparently, we’re playing twenty questions this morning.

“Why?”

“The reason I called you over here is to inform you that your job description has changed.”

“Changed?”