Follow Me Darkly (Follow Me #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,68
Instagram posts. As she’s familiar with the business, she’s poised to become the next sweetheart of Instagram. “She’s over the moon,” the source says. “Not only is she on the arm of Braden Black, but she’s getting the attention she craves for her work.”
Black’s office had no comment.
I gulp. “Braden, I never said any of this.”
“I know.”
“And I have no idea who this purported source is.”
He nods.
“How can they lie like that?”
“Easy,” he says. “They found a ‘source’ who’s borderline credible and got him or her to say what they want. Happens to me all the time.”
“Not this time. You had no comment. It makes me look like I’m chasing you.”
His lips quirk. “And you’re not?”
“Braden! I’m being serious. I’ve had one call from Susanne Cosmetics, not several calls. This isn’t right. And how do they know we’re going to the opera gala?”
He chuckles. “Do you really think I announce where I’m going and who I’m going with?”
“Someone knows. Christopher? Annika?”
“I trust my staff implicitly.”
“Then who?”
“A source, most likely.”
I look around nervously. Is this office bugged? Is there a hidden camera? Braden wouldn’t film me without my knowledge. Would he?
“You’re getting carried away,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“I know what you’re thinking. The same thing I thought the first time this happened to me. You’re wondering who’s watching you. Who’s listening to you. Who among your circle of friends could have sold you out. The answer? No one.”
“Then how—”
“I already told you. They find a source who doesn’t want to be named. Surely you’ve read tabloids before.”
“Actually, I haven’t,” I say.
“Do yourself a favor, then. Don’t ever start reading them. It will slowly invade your mind, and it’s not worth it. No one gives the Babbler any credence.”
“Then why did Claire bring it straight to you?”
“I have to keep up with what the rags are saying about me. Doesn’t mean I give it any value whatsoever.”
“Then why—”
“If anything is said that could affect business, I have to be aware and file the necessary defamation lawsuits.”
“Potato, po-tah-to, as far as the courts are concerned. Besides, look at the facts. We are dating. We did sit together at the MADD event. We are going to the Opera Guild Gala. And we’ve pretty much been inseparable since we met.”
“Except they make me sound like a lovesick schoolgirl who’s after Addie’s job. She’s going to have a field day with this.”
“Maybe she won’t see it,” he says.
I laugh. Seriously laugh, because what Braden just said is funny in a ridiculous way. “Addie won’t see it? The woman thrives on attention. She googles her name all the time. How will she not see it?”
He doesn’t reply.
“I’m nothing like Addison,” I say indignantly.
“If you were anything like Addison, do you think I’d have the slightest interest in you?”
“Honestly? I don’t know, Braden, because you won’t tell me what happened between you two.”
“Skye, you do try my patience.” He stands, pulls me out of my chair, and into his body.
I part my lips.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He kisses me. Hard.
In an instant, I forget about the Babbler, about the source, about Addie and Braden and whatever happened all those years ago.
I know only his lips sliding against mine, his tongue probing between them, his vibrating groan humming into me. My nipples are hard and taut, aching to be freed from their confinement. His erection pushes into my belly.
I want him.
Here, in his office, I want him.
He breaks the kiss and inhales deeply. “God, what you do to me.” He whips his tie off his neck and fingers the fabric.
I gasp sharply.
“Silk isn’t the best for binding,” he says. “The knots are sometimes too tight, which can be a problem if I need to untie you quickly.”
I lift my eyebrows, my heart pounding. Binding? Me? In his office?
“However, it’s all I have at the moment.” He unbuttons his shirt and removes it. He stands in a white tank.
And God, is he sexy.
I have no idea what he has in mind. I know only one thing.
Whatever it is, I’ll do it.
Chapter Forty-Six
“Take off your clothes, Skye.”
I eye the door.
“No, it’s not locked,” Braden says.
I part my lips, my whole body tingling.
“No one will interrupt us. They know the penalty for entering without knocking.”
Arousal billows through me; pinging flows straight to my clit. The door isn’t locked, and somehow, that excites me.