Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Brooklyn

A guard flies through the door.

"Hands off!" he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm.

"Sorry," he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. "Won't happen again."

I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him.

"Are you all right, miss?" the guard says, leaning forward to look me over.

"I'm fine."

I rub my wrist with my other hand. I'm not hurt, just...shocked? Turned on? Confused?

I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. "We will...we will proceed."

I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn't an option if I want

to graduate.

give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my

I'm grateful that my

say, focusing again on the paper. "Can you tell me

little skirt," he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he's riled me so easily, "is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and

respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for

to

forward again. "I couldn't

him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working

I can

my fist and grins. "Now, now, Doc. No

cooperating with me, I'd rather not waste my time. I'll just let the guard know you're being

I don't feel, and raise my hand, waving to the

a flash, Aden's

Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness

can't look away, overwhelmed, almost

eyes away, staring down at the floor-anywhere

not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you'd have died by my hand-or

away first. "Good," he

But also god dammit-I feel my nipples go