Page 61 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

I might’ve fired her after we talked, or I may have kept her on.She can’t just quit because...

Because you don’t want her to leave.

“We have a contract.”I cross my arms.

“Which states that I’m not due sick leave for a year, and yet you paid me for yesterday.”

That’s her argument?Her entire defense?

“Please don’t go to law school,” I mumble.

“What?”

“Never mind.Lexi, we have a contract.You can’t just quit and leave.You need to give four weeks’ notice.”

I don’t know why I’m pushing this.I should let her walk.It solves all my problems.

Well, except the one in my pants.

Let me clarify that.I do not have a sexually transmitted disease.I have a Lexi problem.My cock wants her.Hell, I want her.

I want to see her at that desk every day.

I want to turn back time and not have Harrow say the things he did.

I want to take back the stupid thing I said to her after I fucked her the first time and take her on a date and see her smiling.

I want to go back to that night on the rooftop bar and watch her beautiful long leg swinging away to the music as she sent me flirtatious glances.

Where I winked back at her and my heart swelled when she blushed, knowing her sweet cunt would be pulsing with arousal.

How clever of me to forget my active participation.

“Yes.I do realize that.I thought perhaps you might welcome me leaving.After.Clearly...”Lexi holds out her hands.“Mason, help me out here.”

She can’t say it.

I tip my head and study her.

No, that’s not it.She’s not certain Harrow told me.

I still don’t know what actually happened, but they are both being tight-lipped.Him less so, obviously.There is most definitely a gag order in place.

“You help me, Lexi.What happened at Harrow & Armstrong?”I uncross my arms and plant my hands on my hips.“Why is a man you worked for warning me against the very thing I’m concerned about?”

I’d have warned you to run, unless you want trouble following your fortune.

Her mouth falls open, cheeks burning red with...guilt?Anger?

I can’t fucking tell.

And my own guilt is tearing at me while watching her discomfort.

“I knew you’d believe him.”Lexi points at me.“I knew it.Emily said you wouldn’t, but she always sees the good in people.”

“Does she?”I ask, glaring back, starting to get angry.Instead of telling me how she’s innocent, she’s deflecting and gaslighting me.

Makingmethe wrong one for believing a successful businessman.