Page 2 (1/1)

"No games Your real narab the envelope that is still in the center of the counter, re evidence of her betrayal inside "Explain that," I say, plopping the highly confidential paperwork Seth found in her desk in front of her, the word "spying" ringing too dalances down and i for?" I deer, when nothing I do is ever "barely contained" She has pushed buttons I don’t want pushed She is a woman I let into my life and mind, who I trusted Who I foolishly want to believe can explain all of this

"I was collecting those docuto have to do better than that, sweetheart"

"Have you even read the so you believed him?"

"You tell "

"Your father is up to soether I pulled together the paperwork for you to look at"

"There’s a lot e fund"

"I was alone in the offices and I snuck into your father’s office" She presses her hands to the counter and looks at me, really looks at me for the first time since I confronted her "Shane," she says softly, a plea in her voice, a vulnerability in her eyes I’m not sure can be faked "I kno this looks, but I swear to you that I did not betray you This situation I’m in really isn’t about you or your faure out why I want to believe her, when I have no reason to give her that trust at the point "Then what’s it about?" I demand

"It’s complicated," she says, another tree to close the space between us, grab her, kiss her, and fucking tell her everything is going to be okay "Tell h h ray I then rest my hands back on the counter to face her head-on "What the hell is your real na nowhere" She pushes off the island "I’otten involved with you I’ain"

She walks in ht line to the door, and while I get that she is a caged ani to happen "You aren’t going anywhere until I get so her ar her see the distrust burning in my eyes "This isn’t just about the two of us This is about a coed to protect"

"Check the hotel security footage," she says "I was carrying a folder when I caht Not that I can prove it had this inforainst o," she says, the plea laced hat alret, but then, what is real with her? What was ever real?

Seconds tick by, heavy like stone, and I stare at her, taking er, but I let her see it I let her feel the steel hipping here and there, and I don’t give her a path to dodge it or even soften its blow Finally, I release her, but before she canher to ainst

"Tell hened by the emotions I don’t want to na into her eyes, looking for whatever the hell I’ for that I won’t find Or maybe I will, and that’s the probleaze to stare at ain "Look at me," I demand of her

She inhales, a soft sound that I don’t want to be sexy, but holy fuck, everything about this woain She lifts her chin, looking at me with those too blue eyes, and whispers, "I ay"

"For what?"

"Everything"

I don’t like that answer In fact, I hate that fucking answer, and I don’t hate any more easily than I love Worse, I’m pretty damn sure I’m headed to one or the other with this woaze lowers to herthere, mine ready to clai hers, heat si low in my limbs, one part lust, another part fury, "how it is that I didn’t taste your lies I wonder if they’ll taste differently now that I know they exist"

I lowerinto her to find out when she shovesaway fro her if I don’t release her I let her go; my idea of "punish suble" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">