Page 102 of By His Vow

Heat unfurls in my lower belly as I think back to how it felt last night to have his fingers on me…in me.

Yeah. It was so fucking hot.

So hot that it’s been the only thing I’ve been able to think about all day.

By the time five o’clock rolled around, I can’t lie, I was actually feeling a little bit giddy about seeing him. So when his message came through that he was stuck in a meeting, my heart sank a little.

After giving myself a good hard talking to, for allowing him to get under my skin quite so quickly—pun intended—I called Lori for a distraction.

Thankfully, she’d had a shitty day and was more than happy to indulge in pasta and prosecco.

“It was a one-time thing,” I mutter, twirling my fork around in my tagliatelle.

She chuckles, not believing a word of it. “Sure it was.”

I drop my fork without eating any and let out a sigh.

“It has to be, Lor. I can’t afford to be reckless here. This is a business transaction. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Maybe so, but you can totally have fun while you’re at it.”

“He’s Miles’s best friend,” I argue.

“So? Miles is a big boy—so I’ve heard.” She winks, and I groan in disgust.

“Never say that again, please,” I beg. “And don’t even think about?—”

“I’m not going there, don’t worry. He’s too…rich for me.”

I shake my head, loving my best friend more than ever.

There have been so many people who have entered my life with one goal in mind, and every single one revolved around our wealth.

But Lori is the exception to the rule. She loves me despite my family’s money, and I love her even more because of it.

She isn’t friends with me for an easy ride, and she never got close to me so she could be introduced to Miles or any of his friends.

I shudder at the thought of her going after Kingston.

Mine…

I draw in a sharp breath, utterly horrified about where my mind just went.

Kingston Callahan isn’t mine, and he never will be. We’re just…borrowing each other for a year to get what we want.

Business deal.

Business deal.

Business deal.

If I repeat those two little words enough, surely it’ll help remind me?

“He’s also now technically my boss, and there is no fucking way I’m going there. As far as I’m concerned, I dodged a bullet by not being allowed to spend my time on the top floor of the building. I don’t need to be screwing one.”

“But you’ll be married to one, so you may as well reap the benefits. Especially when you know they’re good.”

I’m about to respond, but someone walks up to our table and pulls the spare chair out.