The CEO Above My Desk (Mckenzie Shinabery) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

“Now,” he says, voice lower, quieter, but far more dangerous, “we’re going to talk about why my wife is standing in my

office wearing nothing but a towel.”

My breath catches.

Because the anger?

Still there.

But something else curls underneath it now.

Something warmer.

Darker.

And I realize very quickly-

I might’ve just handled Theo.

But now…

I have to deal with Rowan.

“Sometimes,” I say, letting out a small breath, a faint, almost amused chuckle slipping through despite everything, “Theo

needs that to understand how serious something is.”

I glance toward the stairs where he disappeared, then back at Rowan. “He doesn’t respond to soft. You have to hit him

with it.”

Rowan doesn’t smile.

Doesn’t react the way I expect him to.

Instead, his jaw tightens slightly, his gaze dropping-not to my face.

To the towel.

To the way I’m holding it together.

To the skin still exposed.

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And something in his expression shifts.

Not anger.

Not exactly.

Something darker.

“You think that’s what I’m upset about?” he asks quietly.

I blink. “You’re not?”

His eyes lift back to mine, and there’s something sharp in them now. Focused. Possessive.

“No,” he says simply.

My brows pull together. “Then what-”

His hand moves.

Slow.

Deliberate.

He reaches up, fingers brushing the edge of the towel where it’s barely secured at my chest, adjusting it without asking,

tightening the hold, making sure it doesn’t slip.

The touch is controlled.

Careful.

But it sends a sharp pulse through me anyway.

“You walked into a room,” he says, his voice dropping lower, “with two other men in it…”

His thumb presses lightly against the fabric, securing it in place.

“…wearing nothing but this.”

My breath catches.

Oh.

Oh.

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“That’s what you’re upset about?” I ask, quieter now.

His gaze doesn’t leave mine.

“Yes.”

The word is simple.

Final.

Something flickers in my chest.

Confusion.

Heat.

Something I don’t want to name.

“They weren’t looking at me like that,” I say, though it comes out softer than I intended.

“I don’t care how they were looking at you,” Rowan replies immediately.

That edge is back.

Sharp.

Controlled.

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“I care that they could.”

The words settle heavy between us.

His hand is still at my chest, still holding the towel in place, his fingers brushing just enough skin to make it impossible to

ignore.

“You don’t walk around like that where other men can see you,” he continues, quieter now-but somehow more intense.

My pulse stutters.

“And why not?” I ask, because I need to hear him say it.

Need to understand what this is.

His eyes darken slightly.

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“Because you’re my wife.”

My lips part slightly.

“That doesn’t mean you own me,” I say, but there’s no real bite behind it.

Not the way there should be.

His head tilts just slightly, studying me.

Then-

A faint smirk touches his mouth.

“No,” he agrees quietly.

His hand slides from my chest back down to my waist, fingers curling just slightly.

“It means I protect what’s mine.”

My stomach flips.

Hard.

“And right now,” he adds, his voice dropping just enough to send heat straight through me, “that includes making sure no

one else gets to see you like this.”

My grip tightens on the towel.

Because suddenly-

I’m very aware of how close he is.

Of how exposed I still feel.

Of how much I don’t actually want him to step away.

“That doesn’t bother you?” I ask softly. “What I just did? With Theo?”

His gaze holds mine.

Steady.

Unshaken.

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“No,” he says. A beat. “If anything…” His thumb brushes lightly against my hip. “…I liked it.”

My breath catches.

“You don’t hesitate,” he continues. “You see a problem, you handle it.”

His eyes flick briefly toward the stairs, then back to me.

“You’ll fit into my world just fine.”

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