Her eyebrows hiked up at his cold demeanor.
Good. Look away. Don’t show interest. Don’t make me hunt you.
“I believe she is ready to leave,” the doctor said. “We need your approval signature, and then she can be discharged.”
The doctor handed over a piece of paper, and Beckham scrawled his name across the line with a flourish.
“Great. She’s mine,” Beckham said, relishing the waymineslipped off his tongue. “Can we go now?”
“Yes. Yes, of course. Reyna, come along.”
Reyna took a step toward him, her insolence still fully on display. Then she leaned over to the doctor, never taking her eyes off Beckham, and asked, “He’s not going to hurt me, right?”
His nostrils flared. So shewasafraid, and she masked it that well. Oh, fuck. He would not just claim her; he would break her.
No. He had to slow himself down.
It had been a long time since he’d broken someone.
Since he’d craved it.
He wasn’t that monster anymore. He had to remember who he was. Even if the sight of her made him want to lose all control.
“I am not here to hurt you. You are my employee. I will treat you like an employee,” he said, forcing impatience into his voice. “And as my employee, we are in a bit of a hurry, so anything else you might wish to discuss with the doctor will have to wait. If everything is in order, we will leave.”
Reyna looked up at him as if she were drowning and he were a life raft. Oh, how he would revel in that look. She might hate him. That was better. For her to hate him. Then he would never get close enough for her to learn about his life. For her to invade anything more than his penthouse.
She was the most dangerous creature he had ever known.
She could ruineverything.
And a part of him wondered if he’d enjoy it when she did.
The love doesn’t end here…
