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

come in, Brooklyn." I

hair and takes two steps into

a kitten in a tiger's cage. I can't help but

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

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

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 tell the

I prompt her

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

I sigh. "Go ahead."

whatever way I can.

letting my eyes rove over her

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

blushes deliciously-I feel a stirring within myself, watching her squirm,

says. "I could council you, offer

on the desk as if they're

like these moments

love to stir

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

my eyes, breathing

voice is rushing now. "If I were able to help you-maybe you'd

eyebrow. Take away

your offer, Brooklyn," I tell her.