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He continues walking to the door.

"Stop, or you’ll regret it."

He pauses, then scowls over his shoulder. "Are you threatening me?" he asks in a low voice.

Goosebumps pop on my skin. Oh, my. JJ is, of course, one-hundred percent alpha male predator, but when he stares at me with such unnerving focus, when he looks at me like he can’t wait for me to challenge him further, it’s heady and exciting and so… so stupid. This is a game I’ll never win. He’s my boss, my boyfriend’s father, and he just carried me to bed.

"Why did you do that?" I scowl.

"Why did I do what?" His eyebrows knit.

"Carry me to bed." I tip up my chin. "Why didn’t you just leave me where I was?"

"Clearly, you were waiting up for me—"

"I was not."

He tilts his head. "And if I had left you to sleep there, you’d have woken up with a crick in your neck."

"So?"

"So, I figured you’d be more comfortable in bed."

"You could have woken me up," I point out.

"You were fast asleep."

"What do you care about that?"

He blows out a breath. "Is there a point to this conversation?"

"Yes, yes, there is. I’m tired of fighting this, whatever it is, between us."

"Oh?"

I nod. "And I hated thinking of you out there at dinner with that… that woman."

His eyes gleam. "You were?"

I walk over to the edge of the bed. "I wanted to find out where you went to dinner, and tear your eyes out."

His lips quirk. He doesn’t seem bothered by my outburst. If anything, his chest seems to swell, and he turns around to face me fully. "So why didn’t you?"

"I had no idea where you’d gone. And it’s not like your assistant would have told me."

"So, you settled for waiting up for me?"

"I wasn’t—" I purse my lips. "Fine, okay, so I was waiting up for you. Did you only discuss work or—"

"Or?"

"Or was there other stuff that the two of you spent time on?"

"Why don’t you come out and ask the question that’s bothering you, hmm?" He slides his hand into the pocket of his pants, all smug.What a jerk. What a beautiful, hunk of a jerkass he is, too. And I can’t resist him. I can’t.

I cross my arms across my chest. "Did you fuck her?"

"No."


Tags: L. Steele Arranged Marriage Erotic