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We might not have fucked last night, but Tanner Sharpe certainly fucked me up this morning.

Chapter 16

Tanner

She’s pissed at me. I can tell from the obvious silent treatment and frequent death stares I’ve been receiving.

We walk in silence towards the curb, and I reach for the small of her back, hoping to dissolve some of the tension.

But she speeds up and avoids my touch. I can feel the aggravation boiling inside her. All I can do is smile, feeling so damn proud myself.

I admit, I love watching her in her element, almost as much as I love challenging her while she’s in it… and on the spot.

It has always been a fucking turn on for me.

She’s impressive, and it’s hot as hell. CEO Elsa—the no-holds-barred, bad-ass, alpha female is my definition of erotic.

Okay, so I also love drunk Elsa, but who says I can’t like both?

Obviously, she knows how to keep me on my toes, and it makes for a fucking fun ride.

My body instinctively reacts to her, watching her in every situation I put her through today. She had no idea about her modeling, or our collaborative bridal line.

In all honesty, I almost didn’t know it would happen myself. I made it up on the spot. I wanted to see her writhe as I burrowed myself under her skin.

That’s yet another scene I’ll be putting in my highlight reel.

Standing next to her, with all eyes on us—for a much better reason than last time—I found it difficult, really difficult, to distract myself.

But you can’t blame me. I’m a man who has needs and gets turned on by what he likes.

She hails a

cab and opens the door, turning to look at me before she slides in the backseat. Her icy blue eyes pierce into me, and I’m left feeling…dissatisfied. I will not let her walk away from me after a look like that.

She may be pissed at me, but what else is new? She will not run away from me without saying anything.; especially now that she’ll be my fucking wife and business partner.

I hate that I even fucking care.

If this had happened a week ago, I would’ve left without a second thought.

I would’ve wanted her to be pissed, and I would’ve dined while she was seething with hatred. But now, I’m fucking running after her, like a dog with his tail between his legs.

I grab a cab and follow behind hers.

Fuck. I can’t let this happen again. I look as the outside world flashes by, and I remind myself how bad it was the last time. Because it was real then.

So, this can’t become real now.

But my reality is slipping from me, and I can feel the fake blurring into the real. My feelings for her becoming harder to set aside.

I clench my fist in frustration and my knuckles turn white. This can’t happen.

This is a game and nothing else, I chant.

I suppress the build-up of whatever the fuck this is and force myself to ignore it.

My cab pulls up to the DLA headquarters, and I see her slam the car door and storm off towards the entrance.


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