of her panties.
She stood up, grabbing a tissue and wiping herself off as he strode out of the library. Just as he thought. Fun to spy on, but horrifying in real life. She probably thought he was a pervert. A deviant. That he’d let her peep show go on so long was ridiculous. Weak .
How dare she watch one of his videos, glimpse a bit of the life he worked so hard to keep hidden. And for what? A cheap thrill in his desk chair before she got on with her life? If she’d ever been interested in him before, she couldn’t possibly be now. She needed to leave. Immediately.
Busting into his office, James cleared his throat and raised his chin. “Some light entertainment before bed?”
Anna shrieked and jumped back, staring at him with wide eyes he hadn’t seen in years. “Oh my god. James. I’m sorry—I didn’t—”
“You didn’t what? Mean to sneak into my wing barefoot and hop on my computer? Or is it that you didn’t mean to orgasm in my desk chair?”
“I—I don’t know. I just—I shouldn’t—”
“You’re right. You shouldn’t stay. I’ll speak with Malcolm. You can leave first thing tomorrow.”
“What? No!” She scrunched her eyebrows and palmed her hips in indignation. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
“Gah! You can be such an asshole!”
She stomped her foot as James smirked and ran his tongue over his lip. “I seem to remember being called that before, yes.”
She stalked around the desk, bare feet silent on the plush wool rug, until she stood right in front of him. Without heels, he dwarfed her, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“What if I told you watching that video turned me on?” Reaching out, she stuck her index finger smack into the middle of his tie. “That you turned me on?” As she said it, she ground the pad of her fingertip into the silk, needling him with more than words.
Reaching down, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand up to his lips. He opened his mouth with a smile before latching onto her finger and sucking. He could still taste her arousal all over her. Damn. So sweet . A few licks of his tongue and she’d softened, the rage pouring out of her and desire taking its place.
He let her hand go and it fell limp to her side. “That can’t be true. You can’t want the man you saw on screen.”
“But it is. Don’t you see? I’m not afraid of you. Of what you like.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know enough. I watched that whole video—I know what I saw.”
“That was a mistake.”
“Then you shouldn’t go around leaving things like that where anyone can find them.”
“They can’t. The house is secure, the staff would never dare. And I never pegged you as the breaking and entering type.”
“I didn’t break anything to come in here, James. And I’m sorry I snooped. It was wrong. But now I know. And I’m not running away. I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be.”
“Give me a chance. If you’re worried about the papers, we’ll keep it secret. No one has to know.”
James swallowed. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“I’ll learn.”
James snorted and shook his head. “You’re sweet, but I can’t dump my burdens on you, Anna. I’m not this façade all the time. I’m…I’m no good for someone so innocent.” He turned away, but she grabbed his arm, tugging him around to face her.
“I don’t want to be innocent anymore.”
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie?”
“I don’t know.” James turned around and ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe to keep all this—to stay here with this life.”
She dropped his arm and backed up, mouth hanging open like he’d punched her in the gut. Her arm wrapped around her stomach, cradling the invisible wound as she stared at him.
“You think I’d lie about wanting you so I could stay here? In your house?”
Shit . He’d let doubt get the best of him. James stepped forward, an apology