Page 84 of The True Garza

“Because it’smyoffice, Guy.”

He frowns. “So you’re gonna—”

A knock comes at the door. Anticipation in my pulse, I straighten from my slouched posture where I’m perched on the table, roll my shoulders back, and slide into character.

“Come in.”

The door opens and my disorder walks in. Golden hair pulled back in a tight bun, shoulders squared, those beautiful hazel eyes sharply narrowed. She’s always in defense mode. Ready to snarl and bite if she has to. She’s cutthroat and unapologetic. Defiant and unruly. And knowing I’m the only one who gets her submissive side gives me the highest of highs.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes. Have a seat.”

“I’m good,” she refuses. “What’s this about now?”

My cock stirs. Good girl. You should obey onlyme.

“My wife told me you were at True’s last weekend. I’d rather not have this conversation with him, so I’ll say it to you instead. As soon as possible, go to HR and disclose the nature of your relationship.”

“There’s nothing to disclose.”

Ouch. “So, did my wife get it wrong? You and True are not… intimate?”

Glare in full effect, she crosses her arms. “You’re his twin, which means you know him better than anyone else. Do you think a one-night stand with a notorious womanizer is worth disclosing to HR?”

What the fuck? “We’re just looking out for the company,” I force through gritted teeth. “You’ve got a record for screwing us over.”

“Oh, for shit’s sake.” She stomps to the front of the room and motions to Guy. “Do you mind lending me a pen and a sheet of paper?”

Guy arches a brow at her. He respect-hates her as much as Trent does.

“Carta e penna,” she drawls slowly in Italian.

That pulls a half smile from the fucker. He rips a sheet of paper from his notepad and slides it across the table along with a pen.

London leans over and starts scribbling, and all I can do is stare at her neck. Long, golden, smooth, but tight with tension. I want to paint it with my cum and massage away that tightness. And then I want to wrap my fingers around it and watch those thick, brown lips as they beg me to squeeze tighter.

Done scribbling, she slides the pen back to Guy, then returns to me and offers the paper. “This should do. Laminate it.”

I take the sheet of paper and scan the words.

I, London Luna Bridge, had a consensual one-night stand with my superior, True Garza. I was not forced or assaulted. IT WAS CONSENSUAL and I enjoyed every second of it.

Nor was I coerced into writing this declaration.

Signed: London Bridge.

“Good? Can I go now?” she asks. “I’m tired and hungry.”

It pisses me off that she can’t tell it’s me. I’ve had my cock burieddeepinside her, my mouth on her pussy. Held her while she slept and snored on my chest. She should know. She should look at me and just fuckingknow.

And aone-night stand? If Guy wasn’t in the room, I’d grab her by that beautiful neck, throw her on this table, rip her pants down, and watch her ass redden under my palm.Shedoesn’t get to decide what it was.

“Go,” I grit out.

“True should seriously consider moving,” she says as she heads for the door. “No privacy whatsoever. Ridiculous.”

Once the door clicks shut behind her, I crumple up the paper and throw it at the wall. I’m going to fuck her so fucking hard for this.