Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Aden

The morning after the...incident in the hallway, I'm working in my office, but I'm having trouble getting anything done.

Though I'm not sure I could have prevented it, I'm angry with myself for falling apart like that in front of Brooklyn. And even more annoyed that of all the professions she could have possibly had, she had to be a therapist.

She had to think she might be able to help me.

I thought about the way she looked at me, her cheeks flushed, eyes concerned, hair messed up from dragging me, ME, through the doorway to her bedroom.

I wanted to take her in my arms and shut her up. Prove to her I was strong, that she was powerless to me. That I was not the powerless one.

I groan, throwing my head back against the chair, where I stare at the tree line outside my window until a knock comes at the door.

"Come in," I call, hardly paying attention.

The door creeks open, but no one says anything. Annoyed, I turn from the window, ready to tell whatever captain or guard is coming with a report to get on with it and stop wasting my time.

To my surprise, and slight irritation, Brooklyn stands in the doorway. I lean back in my chair my eyes roaming over her. What on earth could she want now?

"Yes?"

"Can I come in?" she asks, anxiously playing with her hair.

hands

already told you to come in, Brooklyn." I keep

hair and takes two

afraid. Like a kitten in a tiger's cage. I can't help but smile at the sight

riding boots over tight jeans, a green cashmere sweater on top. The green brings out the cream of her complexion,

had it sent up to her room with the

that I like it down better than up. I make a mental note to tell the housekeeper to

I prompt

to talk. About last night." She hesitates again. "Is it

I sigh. "Go ahead."

just wanted to offer, again, to help. In whatever way I can.

over her body

I can make her blush from here. If I embarrass her, she'll give up. As she's

her squirm, virgin that she is

mean, Aden," she says.

papers on the desk as if they're more interesting

I like these moments

love to stir that

head, she'll have even more secrets, leverage on me. Brooklyn shrugs. "I got into counseling because I want to help people. It's

my eyes, breathing a

to help you-maybe you'd respect me more. Stop

away my favorite new

you for your offer, Brooklyn," I tell her. "But once again.