Page 16 of The Heir
I scoff. "See, this is what I'm talking about. What consequences? You sound crazy, King."
"You don't need to worry about that right this moment. Just ask yourself if you're prepared to suffer them."
My lips tighten as I inhale sharply at the thought of Kingpunishing me. He picks up on it, as usual. He let's out a sexy chuckle. "You like that, huh. Tell me, do youwantto suffer for your bratty behavior?" The line goes quiet again as he waits for me to respond, however, I refuse to, but it's no matter to him. He keeps talking, inching his way deeper under my skin. King's voice lowers into a sexy growl, and my arms clench to my sides as I fall victim to an unbearably hot full body shiver. "You should also ask yourself how much you think you're capable of enduring, because Ilovepushing limits, Izzy."
I jump as a honk sounds out behind me, snapping me out of it. Forcing myself to move so the car can drive pass, my heels clack loudly on the marble as I walk toward the door that house the elevators. I pause just inside the doorway as it hits me then, this man isflirtingwith me. Even after my rejection this morning.
"Hey, King… uh…Hendrix."
"Nope, just King," he interrupts.
"Didn't I tell you this morning that I was in a relationship?" I stress politely.
"You don't walk like you're in one."
My eyebrows raise."Huh?"I slap my forehead and bite my lip embarrassed, because I mean out ofallthe words in the dictionary, why that one?
"Isaid,you don't walk like you're in one." His voice is lower, smooth, patient.
"I heard you the first time. I guess I don't get it?"
He pauses, before another chuckle comes through the phone, but doesn't stop. I'm momentarily struck mute by the sound.It's sexy, charged with some dangerous undertone that I'm not privy to. He tapers off into a hum after a couple seconds. "Are you home yet?"
I look up, still seeing the bank of elevators in front of me. "Yes."
"Does he know you're on the phone with me?" he asks, causing me to flood my underwear. In the reflection of the elevators I see my mouth drop.
"I-I…"
I can't talk. Why the hell can't I talk? My heart pounds, making me gasp for breath. This man feels like he's sucking my soul out of my body through the phone, and it's the most surreal feeling I've ever felt.
"Ahhh God, Isobel. You would be insooomuch trouble if you were mine and I knew you were talking to another man on the phone. Something for you to think about."
Holy shit.
"Well apparently according toyourlogic, I can do and talk to whoever I want because I'm not married. And besides, I didn't call you to talk to you! I called you to-"
"Tear into me, because you were mad at me," he says in an amused tone. "Hmhm, I'm aware. But what I really want to know is, Izzy,why do you care so much?Why can't they just be words you let roll off your back-"
"I-" I try, but he interrupts me.
"I'm not done speaking, Isobel," he says in a warning tone. I snap my mouth shut, knowing I'm going to need an extra long shower with Sensa at how dominate King is being. It's incredibly sexy. "See, you should have been able to go home to your little three bedroom apartment on the East side of town, crawl into bed with that man of yours who doesn't know how to fuck you right, and complain about the asshole architect you met with today. Butinstead, you're standing in front of the elevators with your legs crossed, trying to keep your fucking juices from running down your thighs because of how much I affect you."
I gasp, turning around so fast I almost fall, and as I stumble I feel it, my panties are soaked and so are the insides of my thighs.
"Tell me," King says in a low,sexy voice. "How wet do I make you, baby?"
"You always want me to tell you something," I mutter. I look around, not seeing him anywhere. "How do you know he doesn't fuck me right?" I close my eyes, further annoyed with myself.Stupid!
"Because of how you walk, you little brat." And with that, he hangs up on me.
I stand there with the phone up to my ear, shaking, trying to not have a freaking heart attack in the foyer of my building. I stand for a second contemplating his words before pushing the button to the elevators and head up to our apartment on the seventy-fourth floor, where I'm greeted by an enormous bouquet of red roses that I swear I saw at King's office.
My steps slow as I approach them and I lean down, snagging up the little card.
You forgot these. HK
My lips purse and I pull out my phone to call him back.
