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.

run my hands through, to tug and hear

come in, Brooklyn." I

two steps into the

wall, a little afraid. Like a kitten in a tiger's cage.

The green brings out the cream of her complexion, the fire of

reason, had it sent

with her hair again, and I decide in that moment that I like it down

I prompt her

night." She hesitates again. "Is it safe

I sigh. "Go ahead."

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

I say, letting my eyes rove over her body as much as I want

the boundaries, seeing if I can make her blush from here. If I embarrass her, she'll give

stirring within myself, watching her squirm, virgin that she is and then

what I mean, Aden," she says. "I could council you, offer

I look back to the papers on the desk as if they're more interesting and

I like

but I love to stir

ask now, leaning back in my chair, studying her. I'm genuinely curious. Maybe she thinks if she could get into my head, she'll have even more secrets, leverage on me. Brooklyn shrugs. "I got into counseling because I want to help people. It's not easy to simply stand around when

eyes,

"If I were able to help you-maybe you'd respect me more.

Take away my favorite

offer, Brooklyn," I