Page 115 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

If Mark Harrow hadn’t been in my office, I wouldn’t have a clue she had a shady employment history in England.Despite the lack of details.

My feelings might be real, but this time I can’t be accused of being paranoid.

I might want her.

But I can’t have her.

“She’s leaving.”

“Tell her to stay.”

No.That would mean expressing my feelings and...

Zander sees the panic in my eyes and shakes his head.“So let me get this straight.You’re willing to hand over a hundred thousand to drag me into this charade and buy the woman an entire apartment full of new furniture, but you still think she’s after you for your money.”

I never said that.

“It wasn’t an entire refurbishment.”I toss back my drink, wishing I’d never told him that part.

“Fine.Let her go.”He tosses some notes onto the table and stands.“Let’s go.”

No.

Also no.

No, no, no.

There’s a guy in a green blazer at the end of the bar I need to...

Zander smirks.

“Fine.Fuck off.See you at the wedding on Saturday.”I sigh and sit back.

I glance behind him and see Lexi heading our way.

We are definitely made.

Every message she’s sent thanking me for the items I’ve bought her has made me smile, imagining her world improving all while I wished she was beside me.

In my kitchen.

Onmysofa.

In my bed.

Wrapped in my arms.

But my paranoia, not knowing if she’s someone I can trust, has kept me from driving over there, packing her fucking things and kidnapping her.

I’ve thought about it.

Night after damn night.

Zander glances over his shoulder and gives me one last look.Then winks.As they pass one another, he tips his cap, and her dark eyes lock on mine.

Here we go.

I rip off my glasses and prop my fist on my thigh, waiting for her sass.