Page 67 of The Merger

“Eventful.”

She laughs. “Kylie said you’d be up and to send you straight back to Mr. Brewer’s office.”

“Oh, yay.”

She snort-laughs. “Do I want to ask?”

“Yeah, you probably do, but don’t.”

I make a face at her and put one foot in front of the other down the long corridor.

“Okay, you did this, Carys,” I whisper to myself. “You were apparentlyMiss ThingFriday night. You have to own it now. If you go in there without confidence, he’s going to steamroll you, and all the effort you’ve put into not being dominated will go to waste.”

I blow out a breath and knock on the door.

“Come in,” he says immediately.

I open the door and nearly faint.

He’s sitting at his desk, rocked back in his chair with one ankle crossed over the other knee. He’s feathering his lips with a finger, not bothering to even try to hide his amusement.This filthy bastard.

“Better shut that,” he says, nodding toward the door.

I give him a look as I push it shut. “Better?”

“For now.” He grins mischievously. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. But I wasn’t the one two sheets to the wind Friday night.”

Here we go …

“No, you weren’t.” I smirk. “But the set of blue balls you left my house with must’ve hurt, didn’t it?”

He lifts a brow in surprise but grins. “So you do remember at least some of the evening.”

“Of course, I remember. I was tipsy, Gannon. Not dead.” I sit on the corner of his desk just barely out of his reach. “Thank you for breakfast, by the way.”

“It was the least I could do.”

“The least you could do for what?” I hold his gaze and wink. “For turning me down?”

He narrows his eyes, trying to decide how to react to me. I know better than to give him enough time for that.

“That’s okay,” I say sweetly. “It was actually very kind of you not to fuck me senseless when I was drunk. You could’ve had your way with me, and I wouldn’t have stopped you. It takes quite a man to show such self-restraint.”

Gannon leans forward, his eyes blazing.

“I don’t know many men who would’ve stopped themselves,” I say breezily, standing again. “But maybe that just speaks to the kind of men I usually entertain. They’re usually jumping at the chance to fuck.”

“You’re a piece of work. Do you know that?”

“It’s been said.”

“Have you been avoiding me today?” he asks.

“Yes.” I nod.