THIRTY-FIVE

"What can I help with?" I asked as I took the seat opposite his. Rather than reply, he walked around his desk and buried his face in my neck. His breath tickled my skin until he froze. I knew without a doubt that he had scented Lucien on me with the way he froze and slowly withdrew. He went back into his seat without a word, anger pouring from his skin and filling the room.

"Lucien was my best friend," I started when he dove into his work.

"I don't care." His quiet words were little more than snarls.

"You do. You're jealous of him." I challenged which I shouldn't have.

I jerked out of my seat when things on his desk went crashing down with a sweep of his hand. Ink rapidly spread across the screen of his system as it lay on the ground.

"You're mine." He pushed the desk out of the way as if it was made from plastic and not high-quality wood.

"I'm yours," I answered in a small voice, taking steps back as he advanced upon me.

"I shouldn't have to be jealous of another man." My back hit th