Ick Factor (Seasons of Revenge, #4)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“No, Theo, really. I want to help. I’ll stop being a brat.” The statement, that word . . . it does something I fervently ignore. Something I always fervently ignore. Because Katrina is a gorgeous woman. Katrina knows she’s a gorgeous woman. I’d be an idiot not to see it. I have noticed over the months she’s worked for me. Everyone in the office has. And the idea of Katrina being a brat to me scratches something in my brain that should never be scratched.

“It fills a room. It’s magical. I could have the absolute worst day of my life, hear her laughing at her desk, and instantly feel better. If laughter is medicine, Katrina’s is my cure.”

“Because I like you! I like you, Katrina, and that’s why I don’t want you getting hurt. You’re a good fucking person and a great fucking friend, and I like you. Am I so goddamned impersonal you can’t even see that?”

“Now, you listen to me, Katrina. You’re a brat in the office, you’re a brat in meetings, you’re a brat anywhere else, but when my cock is inside of you, you play nice. You be my good little assistant, and you take it how I’m ready to give it to you.”

“I’ve learned to trust your brand of crazy.”

“I don’t know if there’s anything I wouldn’t do if you asked me, Kat,” he

“I’ve come to learn that if I want you, I have to take all of you, Katrina. And I like every bit of you. You are chaos, and somehow, when you’re around, I like a little bit of chaos.”

“If you take a single thing off, Katrina, we’re never leaving this fucking hotel room. Not for the gala, not for dinner, not for fucking breakfast tomorrow.” His lips quirk a bit. “I’ll call room service for sustenance, but that’s it.” Sustenance. Because . . . He hears the words I don’t say. “Sustenance because I’ll fuck you for twelve hours straight, minimal breaks.”

“Leave it on, Kat. My ring does not leave your finger, except for when I put a new one beneath it.”