Wicked Lovers 05 Belong to Me by Shayla Black Read Free Book Online Page A

his grasp and marched out the door, giving it a satisfying slam behind her.
    She didn’t delude herself; if Logan wanted to make something of their unlikely meeting, he would. God knew, he’d once pursued her with a single-minded intensity that had made her sixteen-year-old heart flutter. But unlike her teenage self, she knew better than to give him a second more of her time or mental energy.
    And no, she wouldn’t think about him at all when she lay in her bed late at night and put her hand on her clit, seeking satisfaction. Damn it.
    After sneaking into a restroom in the hall, Tara wriggled into her gray suit and tucked her hair back into her professional chignon. She stepped into her heels and repaired her makeup. Feeling a thousand percent more confident, she wrenched open the door, half expecting to find Logan blocking her way. The hall was empty.
    Hoping he’d taken the hint, she made her way to Mr. Thorpe’s office, the echo of her heels against the concrete floors too loud. At the office door, she knocked and waited.
    “You may come in, Agent Jacobs.”
    Tara smothered her surprise as she opened the door. He’d either known her identity because he had cameras installed in the hall or Logan had told him to expect her. Either way, she didn’t care. “Hello.”
    The tight smile playing at his full mouth pricked her with unease. “Sit.”
    It was an order; not an invitation. If she wanted his cooperation, she shouldn’t risk pissing him off.
    Quickly, she settled into the stylish leather chair in front of the gigantic walnut desk and crossed her legs. Brushed nickel accented the rest of the office, along with glass shelves peppered with books, silk plants, and heinously expensive pottery. A Picasso hung on his wall. She was pretty sure it was real.
    “Mr. Thorpe, I know you’re busy, so I’ll get to the point.”
    “You want someone else to train you.” He peered at her with a penetrating stare, steepling his long fingers in front of his strong jaw. “Tell me why.”
    So Logan had filled him in. “Mr. Edgington and I knew each other in high school. To be blunt, I don’t trust him. I never will.”
    From her research, she knew that trust was big in the Dom/sub relationship. She’d start there. Tara sat back in the chair and waited.
    As soon as she got settled, Thorpe stood, using his height advantage. He looked urbane enough, but under that expensive white dress shirt and impeccable chocolate slacks, she saw lots of muscle. He pinned her with a piercing stare, as if trying to read her mind. To hell with that.
    “Because?”
    “He’s a liar.” A ruthless one who didn’t blink as he tore out a young girl’s heart.
    Thorpe stroked his close-cropped beard. “Have you changed at all since high school, Agent Jacobs?”
    She knew where he was going, and she’d have to cut short that line of thinking. “One hopes we’ve all matured since high school, but fundamentally, some things about a person remain the same, no matter how ‘grown up’ they are.”
    “Hmm.” He paced the room. “Distant past aside, do you have any current objections to Logan?”
    What about the trust issue ? “Are you listening? There’s no way I can put myself completely in his hands while I learn to say ‘Sir’ and ‘please’ every half second. I know Agent York needs quite a bit of training before he can assume the role, and I’m fully aware that time is of the essence. I’ll be happy to have anyone train me. Except Mr. Edgington.”
    His mouth twitched, and he looked like he was suppressing a smile. She didn’t need this asshole to be amused at her expense.
    “Answer my question.” His quiet demand snapped in the air like a whip. “Do you have any current objections against Logan? He’s a highly decorated Navy SEAL with eight solid years in this club. I trained him myself, so I know very well who he is and what he’s like. Do you?”
    God, Logan had gotten into this stuff a couple years after high school? Why?