Duncan
“You’re doing it again,” I growl at her.
Chloe’s sitting on the couch staring at me while I try to focus on the codes flitting across my computer screen. It’s been a week since Dominick laid out everything that had been happening with Indira and her father and I had doubled my efforts at tracking Dell’s accounts. Something wasn’t adding up, but it was hard to focus with Chloe’s blue eyes fixated on me.
“I can’t help it,” she whines. “I’m bored.”
I glance over at her, and shake my head. She’s sprawled out on the couch, her head hanging off the seat, her legs draped over the back, wearing one of my white business shirts that is far too big on her, and I can tell by the light slanting in the window that she’s not wearing anything else. She’s far too tempting, and spending this mu
