Page 168 of Heartless Sinner

He settled deeper into the executive chair. “I want her out of here.”

“Done.” I slapped my hand onto the armrest and lifted myself from the sofa.

“Ten minutes, and she’d better be gone.”

“Like I said, done.”

“If not, I’ll make a scene, not giving a damn who hears it.” He pinned me with a hard glare. “You crossed a line.”

I backed up while still facing him.

“You can also bet your ass I’ll be having a word with Philip about allowing it.”

“No, you won’t. He’s my Secret Service agent, and we have a loyalty to each other. Either I’m with him or I don’t have Secret Service.”

Philip had covered my ass more times than I could count and never once used what he knew against me. Loyalty like that wasn’t something I took for granted.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m the president!” He slammed his hand against his chest. “Everyone in this building answers to me.”

Deciding not to answer, I turned my back to him and headed toward the door.

“You fall for her, son, you ruin your future and everything you’ve worked for. She isn’t worth that.”

Thirty-Eight

Daphne

Iwas dressed in the clothes I’d come here in, pacing in front of Brooks’s bed.

The sheets were rumpled and smelled like a mixture of his cologne, my perfume, and our sex. The ache between my legs reminded me of him with every step.

Every sound outside the door sent my heart into another frenzy.

I halted when the door opened, and the back of my thighs hit the bed as I stumbled back.

Brooks stood in the doorway. He dragged a hand through his already-messy hair before shutting the door behind him.

Sweat coated his face, more than when he’d been inside me. I prepared for whatever bad news he was about to deliver.

“Come on.” His tone was emotionless. “I’m taking you back to campus.”

I peered at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s four in the morning.”

“I can see at night.” He massaged the space between his brows.

“With what car? We didn’t drive.”

“I have one here.”

“You’re exhausted.”

“I’ve slept less before.”

Why I was arguing with him, I had no idea.

I’d been begging for him to get me out of this forsaken place since I rolled out of his suitcase. Getting caught on the way out was my newest fear.

“Now, come on.” He didn’t offer his hand or any help. Just stood at the door, waiting for me to follow him. “My father arranged for us to have discretion. No one will see us.”