A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Madison

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I rushed toward the door, mind still racing about the photo incident when I collided straight into Alexander’s solid chest. His hands gripped my arms, steadying me before I could stumble.

“Why are you running around like a headless chicken?” His voice held that dangerous edge from earlier, blue eyes still stormy with residual anger.

I straightened my blouse. “You said the car’s leaving in five minutes.”

“Yes.” His jaw remained tight as he released me, turning toward the elevator without another word.

The private elevator ride to the garage stretched with uncomfortable silence. I kept my eyes fixed on the polished metal doors, hyper–aware of Alexander’s imposing presence beside me. The usual crackling tension between us had morphed into something darker after he’d caught me snooping.

The doors opened to the garage where his sleek car waited. Alexander strode ahead, not bothering to hold the car door for me like he usually did. I slid into the backseat, maintaining careful distance.

As the car pulled out into morning traffic, I couldn’t help noticing the stark difference from our typical rides. No wandering hands on my thigh. No heated whispers in my ear. No fingers trailing up my skirt until I squirmed.

The silence stretched, broken only by the soft purr of the engine. Alexander focused intently on his phone, radiating displeasure. I shifted in my seat, the leather squeaking softly.

“Mr. Knight, about earlier-”

“Not now, Ms. Harper.” His tone cut off any further discussion.

I pressed my lips together and turned to watch the city blur past my window, wondering how long his anger would simmer. One thing was clear – I’d crossed a line with my snooping, and Alexander Knight wasn’t a man who took kindly to having his

boundaries tested.

The rest of the ride passed in tense silence, my mind spinning with questions about the mysterious photo and the price I might pay for my curiosity.

The elevator doors opened to the office floor, and Alexander strode out without a backward glance. I trailed behind him, my heels clicking against the marble floors. The office staff scattered like startled birds at his thunderous expression.

“Coffee,” he barked over his shoulder.

I ducked into the break room, grateful for the escape. As I waited for his precise coffee order, I couldn’t help but smirk at the ridiculousness of the situation. Here I was, making coffee for the man who’d had me handcuffed to his bed last night, now giving me the cold shoulder over some snooping.

The familiar routine helped calm my nerves, even as my mind wandered to less professional thoughts.

“At least the handcuff marks are covered,” I muttered, adjusting my sleeve. My wrists still tingled from where the metal had bitten into them last night. The memory of Alexander’s commanding voice, ordering me to come, sent a shiver down my spine.

I knocked on his office door, coffee in hand, professional mask firmly in place. No response came, but I knew better than to wait. He hated waiting for his morning, coffee,

He sat at his desk, completely absorbed in a stack of papers. His jaw was still set in that hard line that meant he was brooding.

I carefully placed the coffee on his desk, making sure to set it on the coaster–heaven forbid I leave a ring on his precious mahogany,

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Chapter 93

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“Will that be all, Mr. Knight?” I kept my voice neutral and professional. Like I hadn’t been screaming his name just hours ago.

He gave a curt nod, not even glancing up from his papers. The dismissal was clear.

“Call me if you need anything else.” I turned and walked out, letting my hips sway just a little more than necessary. Not that he was looking.

Back at my desk, I couldn’t help but replay the morning’s events. What exactly had I expected to find in his closet? A secret diary? Love letters? Photos of ex–girlfriends hidden between his perfectly pressed Armani suits?

“It’s just clothes in there, you idiot,” I whispered, opening my email. “Expensive designer clothes, but still just clothes.”

The image of his furious expression when he caught me snooping flashed through my mind. Those blue eyes had practically crackled with anger. The same eyes that had watched me writhe beneath him last night, commanding me to come again and again.

I shifted in my chair, trying to focus on work instead of the delicious ache between my legs. Alexander might have given me the cold shoulder, but my body hadn’t gotten the memo.

“Focus on work,” I muttered, pulling up a spreadsheet. “Stop thinking about your boss’s closet. Or his hands. Or his cock.”

My cheeks flushed at the last word. What was wrong with me? One arrangement with Alexander and suddenly, I couldn’t keep my mind off him. The spreadsheet blurred before my eyes as memories of last night flooded back – his commanding voice, those skilled fingers, the way he’d…

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“Dammit.” I shook my head, forcing myself to focus on the numbers. This was exactly what he wanted to get under my skin, to make me think about him constantly. And here I was, playing right into his hands.

The next hour crawled by as I buried myself in work. Every few minutes, my eyes would drift to his office. Today, the blinds were rolled up, giving me a clear view of him hunched over his desk, suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal those strong forearms. He hadn’t so much as glanced my way since our morning confrontation.

I needed coffee and distance from this view of Alexander that was doing nothing for my concentration.

The office cafeteria buzzed with the usual crowd when I walked in. Heads turned, and whispers followed. I could practically hear the gossip machine whirring to life.

I grabbed my coffee and found an empty table, keeping my expression neutral. Let them talk. They had no idea about the handcuffs hidden under my designer blouse or the marks peppered across my skin. If they knew what their intimidating boss was really like behind closed doors…

I sipped my coffee, pretending not to notice the cluster of admin assistants whispering and giggling at the next table. Their not- so–subtle glances in my direction made it clear I was the topic of their conversation.

“Did you hear about the new project manager position?” A male voice carried across the cafeteria. “For that Manhattan development?”

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