Margo’s cheeks flushed as she realized he was speaking to her and she nodded before motioning to the door. “Yes, of course, follow me.”
She didn’t even look in my direction to make sure I was okay with being alone in what was tantamount to a large closet with a man who seemed to fill all the available space. He was so broadand imposing that I felt the need to back up despite him being several feet away.
He looks like he could be bloody Atlas, being able to prop up the entirety of the world on his shoulders.
“We meet again.”
That was all the confirmation I needed that my secret was indeed out and I hated that he was going to ruin the fantasy of him I’d built up in my mind.
Men. Not all men but always a fucking man to mess things up.
“I’m sorry I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”
There was no way I was going to let him back me into a corner with the knowledge of what I did during my free time. I had every inclination to kick him out of here and if he attempted to hold that over my head I would find the most powerful magnet I could to rip each rung out of his Jacob’s Ladder one by one.
Which would be a shame but needs must.
“Is that how we’re going to play this?” Arrogance was oozing from every pore of his skin despite his face remaining stoic.
“Play what?”
“What this game is. I have no reason to speak with you about your after-work activities. I’m not judging you because I was right there with you thoroughly enjoying myself before you snuck out on me. First person to ever do that by the way.” His eyes flickered up and down, taking in my frame and with the way my skin heated with his attention I knew he was thinking about everything we’d done together a few weeks ago. The dark plaid wool pants and charcoal gray turtleneck did nothing to shield me from his scrutiny. “And before you try to say I’m wrong, your accent is the same, so is the cluster of beauty marks on your neck and the small scar on the top of your middle finger on your lefthand. I believe I kissed, licked and sucked it as you made me cum.”
Fuck him. Fuck me. This is exactly what I got for letting curiosity take hold. I was now stuck in this position waiting to see how he was going to react or what he would possibly want from me. I prayed he would be discreet but I couldn’t rely on that.
“What are you doing here?”
I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of responding to his words but the way the right side of his mouth relaxed slightly showed he found my evasiveness humorous.
“I have a meeting with you that you apparently didn’t know about. Agent Ori Nakoa.”
He gave his name so freely it was almost shocking, since he’d just been the man behind the mask for so long. I wondered briefly if his parents knew that his name meantheadandmy lightin Yoruba but I’m sure it meant something else in whatever ethnicity he was.
He had a look about him, though…
I ignored his outstretched hand because I knew from previous experience that his touch would cause me to melt. I was now cursing the very chemistry that I once found so intriguing. “Agent. You’re a federal agent.”
He stood back up to his full height, which was a greater distance since I didn’t have heels that were the height of the Pleasers I’d worn when we originally met. “And you’re a professor.”
“You say that so flatly one could almost miss the mild disdain. Does the concept of academia offend you? Does the idea of using your brain and not your brawn disgust you?”
I wasn’t sure if I could read him so easily or my brain was simply looking for something to latch on to in order to put some type of distance between us. Hell, it seemed impossible since hehad been in my body, invaded my thoughts for weeks and was now taking up a third of my office but I had to put up some type of fight. Especially since his presence here couldn’t mean anything positive.
“Are you the type to rely on the idea of being morally and mentally superior because you know that physical superiority is something that will always be fleeting? Cuts for something like that to be so unattainable doesn’t it?”
His words left me gobsmacked. If I didn’t have such a strong will my jaw would’ve probably fallen open. This Agent Nakoa spoke with such boldness I couldn’t believe he’d gotten far in his position. And it was such a turnabout from how deferentially he’d spoken to me the night we met; I now understood that it had taken him an enormous amount of energy to be so submissive.
We are not about to give him credit for that, Asha.
“You’re cheeky.”
“And you weren’t?”
“I never said I wasn’t. I think it’s one of my best attributes. I simply don’t find it that appealing in a man.” I sneered at him with all the disdain I felt at having him in the middle of my office at a time like this.
“Anything else I should know?”
“No. I can’t fathom that we would need further interaction than this, actually.” I smiled sarcastically as the door to my office opened and Margo rejoined us. I hadn’t realized that she’d been gone this entire time and now I wondered if she’d been listening outside the door or if she’d been lingering for the other agent to come back. When he didn’t immediately follow her inside my senses were piqued.