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31.
"Edward—"
"You can go," he says, clipped.
As if he's dismissing me. As if I need his fucking permission.
I fully step inside and shut his office door, uncaring if it seems suspicious. I sit down.
"Is your ego that fragile?" I taunt, needing a reaction.
His signature smug expression on his sexy face.
"I assure you nothing about me is fragile, Bella."
Bella.
I hate that I love hearing my shortened name come out of his mouth.
"I take back my apology." It sounds immature. "Not sorry I didn't let you fuck me on my desk."
His eyes darken.
32.
"Is that what you thought was about to happen?" he asks, the corner of his mouth tugging to one side.
The way he asks it makes me feel naive and… filthy.
"You would have if I let you," I whisper. It's bold, but I believe it.
"If you let me," he repeats, tone amused. "And what would you have let me do to you, Bella?"
I shake my head, refusing to answer.
I notice the way his grip tightens around the papers in his hands.
"I wasn't going to fuck you." His voice is velvet. "Not with my cock, anyway."