Page 56 of Savage Little Lies

“Elevator. Now,” I tell her as I take her by the elbow and steer her away. To him, I say, “You’re done here.”

“Excuse me?” the brown-haired pretty boy in a cheap suit questions me, his eyes wide in bewilderment.

“Dmitri, what are you doing?” Cara questions me.

I turn on her. “What did I say?”

“Elevator,” Cara mutters before turning and walking in that direction to wait for me.

I whip back around to face the man. “I said, get the fuck out of here. Don’t speak a word to her again.”

“What the hell, man? Are you her boyfriend or something?” he spits out with narrowed eyes.

I can’t answer that. I don’t have an answer because we’re nothing but boss and employee. Still, she’s mine, not his.

“Make sure he leaves,” I tell Gabe and Isaak before shoving the man toward them.

Gabe and Isaak grab the man by the arms and drag him out of the building. Despite his protests about working on the second floor, his voice thankfully fades away.

I head to the elevator and jab the up button, my chest rising and falling heavily with angry breaths. Just the thought of him taking Cara to that bar and trying to flaunt how cool and great he thinks he is, makes me want to punch him in his smug face.

Once we get inside and the doors slide shut, Cara dares a glance at me. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I’d prefer you use your time at work to actually do your job instead of flirting with random men,” I tell her in a sharp voice, unable to fight off the raging jealousy burning through me.

I want her. And I can’t have her.

Cara looks away from me and clutches the purse on her shoulder tighter. “I was on my lunch break.”

“I don’t care,” I grit out as the doors slide open. I motion for her to walk ahead of me.

Her eyes narrow a degree, and I think that’s the first time that I’ve seen her allow herself to look frustrated with me. She strides out of the elevator and to my office, not bothering to take a seat. She tosses her purse down in the chair and then turns around, crossing her arms over her chest as I shut the door behind me.

“When I’m on my lunch break, I’m not on company time or your time. I can do whatever I want,” she states. Her sudden defiance is new and turns me on even more.

I slowly walk toward her, my teeth grinding in frustration. “And you choose to spend it with some nobody?”

Cara purses her lips. “He was hot and funny. Best of all, he was single.”

Oh, that’s funny. Damn right hilarious.

“Are you trying to show me what I’m missing out on?” I question her as I stand right in front of her, invading her personal space.

Cara doesn’t shrink back. She smirks instead, and it’s so sexy that it irritates me to no end. “I don’t have to show you. You already know. It’s not my fault that you’re engaged.”

“Not yet,” I grit out.

“Still,” Cara replies. “I’m not yours.”

She’s not mine? She really thinks that?

I grab the small of her back and pull her body flush against mine, my lips crashing down against hers.

Cara gasps into the kiss, her hands fisting the front of my button down.

I push my other hand into her hair, cradling her against me as her lips slowly glide against mine. She tastes even better than I imagined. Addictingly so.

Cara runs her palms up my chest and over my arms, lifting up on her toes to deepen our kiss. She makes the sexiest little moan when my teeth graze her bottom lip in a teasing bite, and I have to stop myself from bending her over my desk then and there.