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 through, to tug and hear her hiss

come in, Brooklyn." I keep my tone

two steps into the room, pushing the door closed

wall, a little afraid. Like a kitten in a tiger's cage. I can't

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

the sweater for precisely that reason, had it sent up to

starts to play with her hair again, and I decide in that moment that I like it down better than up. I make a mental note to

prompt

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

I sigh. "Go ahead."

to help. In whatever

her

her blush from here. If I embarrass

watching her squirm, virgin that she

she says. "I could council you, offer some

to the papers on the desk as if they're more interesting and important. How many times do I have to tell

I like

I love to

I 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.

my eyes, breathing a

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

away my favorite new hobby?

Brooklyn," I tell her. "But once