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“She seemed more worried about ReimagINC than the director.” He shook his head and splayed his hands out, palms up. “Normal, I suppose, when your obligation is to the creditors of the business, not the people controlling the company. They did keep their files open until the coroner handed down the report though. I think that if the director’s cause of death was ruled as anything other than accidental, they likely would have looked closer at the company’s dealings.”
“Okay, that’s great work, Jude. Let’s break for five minutes, and then we’ll reconvene for Zoe, Cara, and Mai Linh’s presentation on directors’ duties.”
I signalled to Zee. “Can I speak to you outside for a second?”
Cara hopped up and blushed, gathering all her things in a rush. “It’s okay, I’ll go. I’ve got to get ready and show Zoe and Mai Linh the parts they’ll be presenting.”
Zee cocked her head and glanced at me, one brow raised. I’d caught on to what Cara said too. There was no way Zee or I would let her partner with them again if she’d done all the work.
But that had to wait. Cara shuffled out of the way, and I hauled Zee into my lap. She groaned just as I whispered, “You’ve got a bony butt.”
Zee adjusted her perch, leaning on one butt cheek.
“What did you say to Tris?” I asked, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
Zee’s hum went straight to my balls. “I threatened to drop to my knees and blow him in the corridor right then and there if he didn’t perk up.”
I snorted out an incredulous laugh as she bit my jaw. My voice was part groan, part breathlessness when I responded, “Bet that went down well.”
My eyes met Tristan’s. The flare of heat in them was incendiary.
She shivered. “He did that thing with his hand around my throat.”
I reached up and mimicked the move I’d seen Tristan do to her a few times before. Her breath hitched, and I murmured in her ear, “Like this? I can feel how much you like it. You’re wet, aren’t you?”
“Soaked,” she gasped when I tightened my grip just a fraction. “He wants to meet us in the library after class so I can do it for real.”
“Yeah?” I hummed, my cock as hard as an iron rod against her hip.
“Mm-hmm. Then I told him about my secret.” She bit her lip and dropped her gaze to my mouth.
She was all sex, hot and tight, and I wanted inside her with a desperation that bordered on insanity.
“What’s your secret?” I asked, my voice strangled. The rasp sounded like I’d swallowed nails.
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“I’ll go wherever you do.”
Fourteen
Zali
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his way.” I led Flynn by the hand to the spot Tristan had told me. The case stacks in the law library apparently didn’t have many visitors these days now that the decisions were digitized. Hopefully there were blind spots in the cameras too because when I showed Tristan and Flynn what my surprise was, there was no way he’d keep his job if we were caught.
I ducked around a corner, following the signs to the tucked-away corner of the library where long, narrow rows of bookcases that rose almost to the ceiling were filled with case law books dating back a century or more. The smells changed—old paper mingled with a stillness, a quietness, that couldn’t be taken away by the air-conditioning. These halls were hallowed ground to the law lecturers and students, and I was about to desecrate them. Excitement curled low in my belly, wetness seeping from my core and down the tops of my thighs.
We sidestepped a stool on wheels, one of many placed intermittently along the rows to enable books to be taken off the top shelf, and kept moving, searching for Tristan.
Shadows darkened the end of each row, the lighting dim among the high stacks. It was intimate in a dangerous kind of way, private too, in a sense. But this section was silent, not another soul to be seen. While I loved the thrill of knowing people could watch, that they would get off on seeing my guys take me, I needed it to be just us. I needed to reconnect with them and show Tristan that he was ours and we wouldn’t leave.
I pushed down the betrayal and hurt Ezra had caused. I understood why he’d left, but it didn’t lessen the blow. I wanted him to choose me, to choose us. But he valued his friendship with Dad more. It was what Dad needed too—they were close, and Dad needed more people in his corner. I think he would always be grateful to Ezra for stepping in and trying to keep me off a self-destructive path. But their bond was more than that. It was respect and a genuine caring for each other. Friendship built initially from gratitude, but then solidified by countless hours of sport, shared meals, and laughter when the world was at its darkest for both of them. They’d both lost someone important to them—Ezra, Tristan and Dad, my mum. But now Tristan came with a side of complication—Flynn and me—and I didn’t think Ezra knew how to deal with that.
Still, seeing Tristan’s heart break when Ezra walked out, seeing how his hurt had built Tristan’s walls back up, forcing the frown and downturned lips back onto his face, gutted me.
One more row, and he was there. Flicking through a heavy hardcover book, seemingly focussed on what he was reading, our professor waited for us. He turned, watching as we drew near.
