The Bastard by Julie Kriss

Author:Julie Kriss [Kriss, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

I wore the suit. I showered and cleaned up and did the whole thing. I even wore the tie. I was an expert at fast mobilization, so I was at Maddy’s office right on time.

Her assistant was a curvy blonde of about twenty-five whose mouth rounded in an O when I approached her desk, even though she’d been the one to phone me. “Miss White is in her office,” she told me when she’d recovered. “She’s expecting you, Mr. King.”

I walked down a corridor lined with glassed-in offices. People watched me walk by. I paid no attention to them and didn’t bother knocking before I walked into Maddy’s office.

It was a big corner office, and unlike the others it wasn’t glassed in. It was private. She was sitting behind an impressively large desk, wearing a form-fitting work dress that was scooped at the neck and tucked in at the waist. Classy and feminine at once. Her hair was tied at the back of her neck and she was perfectly composed as she watched me walk in. The woman from five nights ago, who wore a little black dress and a thong in a quest for a fucking, was long gone.

I walked to one of the chairs in the office and took a seat.

Maddy waited for me to say something, and when I didn’t, she said, “Thank you for coming.”

So we were going to play it that way. I was never one for small talk, so I just stayed silent.

Her gaze swept down me and up again. “Should I be flattered that I’m considered worthy of the suit?”

“It seemed appropriate,” I said.

“It is.”

“I wear what the situation calls for, much like you do.”

It took her a second, but she caught my meaning and her cheekbones reddened. She pushed back her chair and rose. “I don’t want to talk about that night,” she said. “Not here.”

I nodded. I could accept that. Maddy had her armor back on, her mask in place. I knew now why she wore it—it was necessary. I even admired it. “So, what am I here for?” I asked her.

“This is a business meeting,” she said. She paced around to the front of her desk, and fuck if I didn’t look at those long legs, the perfect curves of her hips in her skirt. At least I knew she wasn’t wearing that damn black thong under there. I’d told her to throw it out, and I was willing to lay bets that she had.

I knew why she was doing it, but it still burned a little that she was treating me so coolly after the other night. She’d been all white-hot fire when I’d been on my knees between her legs. I could still taste her on my tongue. Oh, God, Dylan, please, please, please… That was the kind of thing a man remembered on his deathbed. I’d done that to women before, but not like that. Not with her. Not with a woman who came even close to Maddy.

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