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“I know,” he winked at him. “You’re a lucky man.”
I frowned instantly, wondering what he was talking about, and then a dark suspicion arose in the pit of my stomach. At the slight turning of my stomach, I understood his assumption and couldn’t help but sigh. If that was what he thought… if he was indeed suspicious that I had been intimate with Sophie, then of course he would think that. To some extent, this made it easy since we were not in a relationship. And so I sighed and tried to control my temper.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to, but for the success of our collaboration, I hope you can refrain from making her uncomfortable. I don’t know what it is you’re doing, but it’s casting a very dark shadow over this, and we have only just begun.”
He was immediately offended.
“Mr. Montgomery, you’ve been quite abrasive and almost rude with me from the very first moment that we met,” he said. “On account of Charles Nioly and this huge task he has assigned to me, I have been very lenient and patient, but everyone has their limits. Please, as we go forward, and if you want this to go forward, I will have to demand some level of respect from you and tolerate no further disrespect. I am not in any way, shape, or form making your personal assistant uncomfortable, and to even suggest that is a blatant and very dangerous accusation.Especially when you have no evidence whatsoever and are simply going on gut feeling. You’re a man with vast wealth, so you should know just how deeply dangerous, legally speaking, this accusation is. You wouldn’t want me out of the blue to claim she suffered some sort of emotional distress, would you? Please refrain from this kind of behavior in the future. I will pardon it now and let it slide, but I do not want to be embarrassed in this way again.”
With that, and without waiting for my response or acknowledgment, he turned and went on his way.
I watched him leave, my blood boiling, but I knew I had to be patient to paint the full picture of what was currently happening. The check was left for me to pay, perhaps for the inconvenience and distress I had caused him. After handling the bill, I walked out of the restaurant and headed over to the waiting Mercedes town car, Sophie was already seated and waiting for me at the back.
Chapter 40
Scarlett
Most of our car rides from the moment I started working for him had been quiet. But I had to say that this particular one was quieter than any I had experienced with him so far. We didn't say a single word or even look at each other, and it made me nervous to think that this was because of what he had noticed between me and Gregory. I didn't want him to notice anything, and I didn't realize how much I didn't want this until the possibility that he actually might arise. I wanted to take care of it without causing him any trouble, but now it was as though that ship had sailed, and I couldn't help from time to time sneaking looks his way.
However, he was turned toward the window, completely deep in thought. I realized that whenever we were being driven in the car, nothing was on. He didn't listen to music or the radio; rather, he went inside of himself to think and solely focused on staring outside. I could only imagine all the things that were constantly going through his head, as well as the myriad of employees that he had to deal with and handle daily. I managed most of this for him, and what amazed me the most was howhe was able to compartmentalize it all so that they wouldn't overwhelm the other.
To me, he already had way too much on his plate, and I sincerely hated to think that my issues with that idiot would be another. Hence, I tried to bring up something light-hearted to distract him, hoping that it wouldn't annoy him.
“Sir, what do you want to have for dinner?” I asked as I pulled my phone out of my bag. “I’ll make the arrangements now so there's no delay. Do you want it delivered to the office, or will you be heading home early?”
At first, he didn't reply, and I sighed. I waited, though, because I was certain that he would eventually speak.
“You’re heading home early today?” he asked, and I was a bit surprised by the question. “Uh... no? I didn't think so. I mean, if you still need me, I can stay for as long as you need me.”
My hypercriticism was not lost on me because I could very clearly remember nearly roasting Sophie for this very thing just a few days ago and now I was the one all too willing to offer myself up on a platter.
He turned then to glance at me, and I realized now more than earlier that anytime he looked at me, he stared deep into my eyes as though he were trying to understand me. I loved the attention and focus that he gave me, however on account of my fear that he would see more than I wanted him to, I couldn't say that I particularly liked or welcomed it. Afterwards, he returned his attention to staring out of the window, and I felt even more nervous internally.
To be honest I didn't want to think or even speak. All I wanted was to be in a space with him where I didn't have to hide or hold back, just like we had been in London. And it made me wonder again if I could ask for a day just like we had. But I knew that this was impossible, and it frustrated me to no end. In particular, I wanted to kiss him, and as I shut my eyes, I couldn'tstop imagining what it had felt like to have his tongue in my mouth when we were in London. It had been absolutely divine, and as the pangs of longing hit me once again at the pit of my stomach, I couldn't help stealing another look at him, wondering when and if I'd truly ever get to experience that again.
The fact was that right now, I would give anything, but I couldn't bring it up. And most importantly, I didn't think he would want me to. This would be crossing several lines that couldn't possibly be acceptable in our home country. Maybe in London, sure, where it was easy to forget, but not right here where it would be impossible to forget.
However, the thought of him bending me over that huge luxurious desk of his made me so overheated in his air-conditioned car that I couldn't stop myself from slightly throwing my head back to catch my breath. The way he fucked me at just the right angle and with such exertion that I felt it at the end of me and the reverberations gripped my body, it was perfect. He was perfect, and his cock... I wanted it so badly. In my mouth sucking him off, bringing him to his knees, watching him come all over me. He was such an alpha, and being able to weaken him in that way, no matter how brief, was a pleasure that not very many people got to experience. I relaxed now more and more as time passed, just how fortunate I was.
“Is Gregory Walters harassing you?” he asked, and my eyes instantly shot open. I instantly went still, trying to process the question he had just asked.
Of course, he suspected it. It would have been quite daft for him not to notice my discomfort, but he was much too brilliant for that. However, I truly didn't want this to turn into anything at all.
"No," I replied simply.
His gaze narrowed at me, making me understand he did not believe me one bit. However, I didn't respond. Whether hebelieved me or not was his choice, but I didn't want to initiate his protection or ask for his help until and unless I was in danger.
Thankfully, he let it go, and soon enough, we returned to his office. We rode the rest of the way back to the office in silence, and through it all, I decided to put my encounter with Gregory out of my mind. Perhaps he was just taunting me, and perhaps he wouldn't even use my number to disturb me, and I was just blowing all of this out of proportion. Our collaboration would be long, so there was no need to worry.
With this thought, I was able to relax a bit more and continue with the rest of my day. As a result of refusing to admit any of the details to Lucien, I could see him grow significantly colder toward me. I couldn't understand it, and for a little while, it made me pissed. Eventually, I chalked it up to his frustration or concern for me, simply because that was what made me feel better. Not necessarily because it was true.
At this stage in my life, I was focusing on all the things that made me feel better and stronger, not the truth. The truth, I was coming to find, was absolute bullshit.
We kept working through the rest of the evening, and when it was about seven, I was ready to kick him out of the office because what the fuck? The man was a workaholic, and I couldn't believe that this was what Sophie had to deal with.
As I brought what I hoped was the last stack of documents for him to sign for the day, I decided to try my hand at lightening the air between us a bit.
“You work so hard and spend so much time in the office. As a result, your apartment remains empty all the time. That’s a little sad to me.”
