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“It’s fine,” he rumbles.
“You got…a little something, right there…” I gesture to my lips, watching him copy my movement before wiping his matcha mustache off.
A cough sounds behind me, making me jump.
“If the two of you are quite finished with your little taste test,” Roman snaps irritably. “We have fucking business to discuss.”
“Absolutely! Let me get out of your way!”
And without another word, I walk out of Roman’s office, closing the door behind me.
A twisted smile forms on my lips as I walk back to my desk.
Bye Boris.
Chapter Twenty-One
ROMAN
The next day at the office is incredibly busy, and even with Abby’s scandalous outfit, I barely have time to notice.
Well, I do notice, but if she’s going to deliberately wear that shit in front of me, while also pretending to not want to be with me, then I can pretend I don’t.
In reality, I nearly had to go wank one out in the apartment upstairs because I couldn’t fight my cock chubbing up every time she walked to the bathroom.
“Good morning, Sir,” she says, knocking on the door to my office just after nine.
“Morning, Abigail,” I say without looking up.
“Abby, Sir,” she chuckles, setting my Wall Street Journal on my desk. “How many times do I—”
“I’m extremely busy this morning,” I interrupt, looking over copies of Cillian’s bank statements that Cal added to my report this morning. “So, please hold all calls that aren’t from the approved list.”
“Of course, Sir, I can—”
“And I need to meet with Cal at one, and I need Lev and Pasha to be here at five. Remind Pasha not to be late,” I say, pushing a pad of paper in her direction. “Do you need to write this down?”
“No, I’ve got—”
“Good,” I say, continuing on. “And then lastly tell Heather I need to see a full financial rundown of our portfolio by three this afternoon. I also want to see the numbers for the presentation. She’ll likely need to reschedule her meetings for the rest of the day.”
“Sure,” she says, sounding far less enthusiastic about that direction. “Is there anything else that I can do for you?”
“No, that will be all, Abigail.”
She lingers for a moment, as if she doesn’t know how to handle my cold and disaffected tone, before quietly shutting the door. And yet the moment she does, I have to fight my smirk.
Her little dress shopping experience proved that Abby is enjoying the frustration she brings to my life. She was getting off on dangling her gorgeous flesh in front of me, knowing I want her, all the while claiming she doesn’t want anything to do with me.
And while yes, there was a small, dark part of me that had briefly considered snatching her off the street and keeping her as my prisoner until she eventually learned to love me, I knew that wasn’t really what I wanted.
I wanted her to be mine, on her terms. Because I knew that with a girl like Abby, anything less wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t be everything, and I want everything.
So, I’ve resolved to respect Abigail’s wishes, even if they frustrate the fuck out of me.
…Because I know I can be just as frustrating.
If Abby wants to play games, she better play to win.