What the hell did I do this time?
I swallow hard and try to keep my attention on Griffin, who’s still talking about the project, but then I notice Worth’s gaze land squarely on Griffin’s hand still resting lightly on my back.
His fingertips curl into small, white-knuckled claws against his leg.
Heat curls low in my stomach. I hold his gaze. Before I have a chance to wonder what his reaction means, he retreats back to his office without another glance.
13
WORTH
Griffin’s hand is still on her.
It’s nothing, really. It was barely resting on her back as he walked her to her desk. But to me, it feels like a fucking violation.
Heat scorches through my chest, and I have to curl my hands into fists just to keep from putting them through the glass wall of my office.
What the hell is this?Jealousy?
It can’t be.
I don’t get jealous. I don’t care who Mya talks to or who puts their hands on her. She’s anemployee. One of a hundred. Replaceable. That’s what I should be telling myself—but all I can think about is ripping Griffin’s hand off her and reminding him exactly who the hell is in charge here.
Jesus Christ.
Yes, I find Mya attractive. And I’d love to bury myself so deep inside her that she forgets her own name. Especially after this morning, when she dared to storm into my office and call me an asshole.
I should’ve fired her on the spot or, at the very least, reprimanded her for her insubordination. But instead, all I couldthink about was how badly I wanted her to keep running that smart mouth while I pulled her hair back and fucked her into my desk.
When Mya looked me dead in the eye and told me to punish her, I almost lost it right then.
I’m shocked she didn’t notice the way my trousers strained, how close I was to coming apart at nothing more than her defiance. That clever tongue, those fiery eyes.
She’s dangerous.
And that’s exactly why I’ve been keeping my distance since she started.
Not because she’s incompetent—she’s already proven herself on the Lau project with the Singapore drafts. If anything, Mya’s sharper than half the people here.
I just don’t trust myself around her.
And now, watching Griffin stand too close, watching her smile back at him, I know I was right to keep her at arm’s length.
What’s wrong with me?
She’s young. Off-limits.
And yet… All I want is to tear her away from everyone else, lock her in my office, and find out just how many names she’d call me while bent over my desk.
Fuck.
This is bad.
Griffin leans down, pointing something out on Mya’s laptop, and her nose scrunches in that way I shouldn’t notice but always do.
My blood boils.
I don’t even look away when she catches me staring. Her gaze darts up from Griffin to me, but I hold it. I don’t waver. If anything, I double down, daring her to look away first.