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.

gorgeous hair I wanted to run my hands through, to tug and

come in, Brooklyn." I

her hand from her hair and takes two steps into the room, pushing the door closed behind

little afraid. Like a kitten in a tiger's

top. The green

precisely that reason, had it sent up to her room with

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

I prompt

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

I sigh. "Go ahead."

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

letting my eyes rove over her body as

boundaries, seeing if I can make her blush from here. If I

myself, watching her squirm, virgin that she is and

I mean, Aden," she says. "I could council

the desk as if they're more interesting and important. How many times do

pushes, frustrated. I'm smiling again. I like these moments when

love

Maybe she thinks if she could get into my head, she'll have even more secrets, leverage on me. Brooklyn

my eyes, breathing a

you'd respect me more. Stop belittling me," she says, frustrated, looking back down at

away

your offer, Brooklyn," I tell her.