“I know everything about you.” He types something.
“You know nothing about me.”
“Liliya Morozova. Daughter of Susannah and Armen. Your uncle murdered your father, claiming he was a rat but there was little evidence. You attended an all-girls’ school—Grave Prep School. Growing up, you had a dog named Sparky, who died at the old age of sixteen. Your father hated him. You’ve had one boyfriend, Kale, which makes me question your sanity to date a man named after food. You’ve also taken it upon yourself to become a detective of my family’s history, and you play Wordle every day.”
“Stalker alert,” I mutter, yawning as I sit up in bed. “Now that you know so much about me, tell me aboutyou. It’s only fair.” I ease back, resting against the wooden headboard.
No response. Just more clicking of keys.
“Can you please get off my computer?” I plead in frustration. “That’s an invasion of privacy.”
Still, he doesn’t look up.
Groaning, I swing my legs off the bed. It takes me a moment to find my footing before I stomp over to him. Just as I touch my laptop, he pulls it away.
“Give it,” I snap, crawling over his lap to grab it.
Our eyes meet, his stare burning deep.
For a heartbeat, it softens.
Not for long though.
Using his free hand, he snatches my wrist to restrain me.
I struggle to break free.
“Fight me for it,guaio,” he grits out.
I get in his face, ignoring the awkward position I’m in. “I’m not as weak as you think.”
He leans in until his lips nearly brush mine. “Then,fight me for it.”
I try to reach forward, but he holds me firm. As I slide against his lap, I feel the jerk of his cock beneath his pants. I freeze, my breath hitching as heat warms beneath my skin. He shifts—an effort to hide his excitement for me—but I keep my weight steady.
This time,I’mpinning him in place.
Tingles race through my veins as I lock eyes with him.
His gaze heats as he licks his lips.
I relax against him, sinking deeper onto his lap, and his hold on the laptop loosens.
A loud ring cuts through the air, and his pants vibrate.
I jerk back, and Emilio glances down at his lap. He tosses my laptop over his shoulder, not a care in the world that it’s expensive and could break. Grabbing my waist, he lifts me off his lap.
And just like that, whateverthat wasis gone.
I back away as he stands and fishes his phone from his pocket.
“Yeah,” he answers, nodding a few times before ending the call.
He waves the phone at me before using it to gesture toward the bed. “Go back to bed.”
I furrow my brow at him. “Areyougoing to bed?”
“Yes,” he says, surprising me before pulling his tee over his head.
