Chapter 10

Malcolm leads the way out of the hotel. I stop in my tracks when I notice a shiny new sports car parked in a corner. "Tell me that doesn't belong to you."

"Why?"

"It's friggin expensive, is why! How did you manage to get one so soon?"

"I have my ways."

"You don't say."

We walk down the concrete. Unconsciously, I inch closer to Malcolm when I see a man trail off in the middle of a call, eyes on the outline of my breasts in the tight tank top. I jump when I feel Malcolm slide a hand around my waist. I look up to see his jaw is clenched tight.

"You know, we wouldn't have this problem if you'd just let me wear those pencil skirts you look down on so much."

His response is to tighten his hold on my waist. My skin heats beneath his touch.

Once we get to the car, I pull away from him, wanting to put some distance between us.

I open my door and slip in, my back meeting the softest leather. I close my eyes when my nose catches a