Chapter 221
He had no idea what he was going to do, and some primitive, selfish part of him was pleading with him to just go ahead and let it happen. Another part, louder, was outraged, furious, and fucking terrified all at the same time.
After all this time, Christian fucking Sharpe was admitting to needing Scooter?
It’s a power trip. It’s notyou, dammit
It had absolutely zero to do with Winston Stahl and everything to do with Chris’s fucking ego.
“I’ve always loved you, Winston,” Chris whispered and then his mouth came down on Scooter’s.
Scooter twisted his face away, planted both hands in the middle of Chris’s chest, and shoved
The chair rolled a little, but Chris staggered back a step and that was enough. Scooter practically leaped to his feet, which put him too close to Chris, but he couldn’t stand to be underthe man any more.
“My name is Scooter,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Get out of my office.”
“You wantit,” Chris said, but his tone was more pleading than accusatory.