Chapter 27: Chapter 27

— Kelly's father owns this company, I'm pretty sure you can cut at least half of that amount here if you hire him.

Thomas frowns and stops trying to get me to stop talking. He pulls me onto his lap and looks down at where I'm pointing on the paper.

“Here,” I show. "I can give you his number if you want."

Thomas looks at me for a few more seconds, his expression uncertain.

"And while we're on the subject...

I slip out of his lap and go to the table. I take half a dozen more papers and

I sit on your legs again.

“Don't get mad, but I took a look when you were sleeping.

— Cecilia...

“I know, I know,” I say. I dismiss with my hand and show the papers. I bite the edge of my lip and look up at him. Thomas stares at me with darkened blue eyes. “I have some ideas of things that might help. You know, to cut costs.

"And why would a little girl who hasn't even gotten out of diapers know how to run my business better than I do?" he asks arrogantly.

“Because the little girl is about to graduate at the top of her class,” I say quietly. “And, no offense, Thomas, if you were that good, my dad wouldn't have cheated on you right under your nose.

He squints and I can almost hear the sound of his jaw clenching.

"Careful..." he warns. He squeezes my waist and pulls me closer to him. Thomas trails his nose down my neck to my ear. — I bite when I'm angry, crystal — he says and does exactly what he says: he bites my neck hard and makes me squeal.

- Listen to me... - I ask in the middle of a moan when he kisses the area he bit. "And I swear I behave."

Thomas laughs and walks away.

“This one I want to see,” he says and raises his eyebrows at me.

- I promise. I swear it - I guarantee it. I do my best to keep my gaze locked with his and not melt all over. “Let me help you with this, I promise it will work. If it doesn't work, I behave. Until the semester is over and you drag me back to Brazil with you at least, I promise I'll behave. I do what you want...

“It's a tempting proposition, crystal…” he whispers and tugs at my chin.

“I promise,” I say again.

Thomas sighs.

"It's okay, Cecilia. Show me what you got.