Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rush
I can see the question in her eyes.
She should be questioning me. Today I had cameras installed in her living room. The idea of another man seeing her body, makes me want to hit things. But I can’t tell her any of it.
I can tell Gigi’s insecure about her figure, she shouldn’t be. She’s the perfect blend of curves and shapeliness, her bit of softness only making her more stunning.
I want to worship every inch of her, and I don’t intend to share.
I still remember all the reasons I had them installed. Gigi is hiding important information from me.
But the way she just allowed me to touch her.
She wasn’t faking and she isn’t pretending.
That woman handed herself over to me, allowing me complete control, and loved every second of it.
There is a bond between us that can’t be denied and as much as I intended to deepen our relationship to discover her secrets, if I’m careful, I think I can both learn who she really is and keep her in my bed.
Which is why I tug the ends of the shirt together, wishing it had more of its buttons, and then then reach for my pants. “We were loud,” I rumble. “I’m going to put on pants in case we woke up Emma.”
Her eyes light with understanding, her brows lifting. “She sleeps through most anything, and with being new to school, she’s even more tired than usual.”
I kiss her forehead, my hand coming to her back as I open her bedroom door. Being at her place is a necessity with Emma, but this would be easier if we were in my apartment. It’s three bedrooms, three and half baths, with excellent insulation between all the rooms.
We step out into the living room, and I stand between her and the camera as she walks to the bathroom.
She opens the door and I follow her in, closing it behind me.
Gigi turns to me, her eyebrows hiking back up her forehead. “Umm.”
I grab a whole handful of her ass, pulling her hips into the cradle of mine. “If you’re looking for privacy, I might not be your man.”
I don’t want to tell her just how in her business I want to be. There is something about Gigi that makes me want to smother her in my attention. No space.
Growing up with five older brothers, I had to be harder, faster, smarter, quicker, because I was always the smallest and youngest.
It’s made me a tough man, I know it.
Which means Gigi can be as gentle and submissive as she likes, I’m here for all of it.
Her mouth falls open as she stares at me. “My man?”
I grab her other ass cheek, my hands so nice and full I’m getting another hard on. Christ, that is unbelievable, even for me. “Just in case we need to be clear, I am. Which makes you my woman. No other man touches you. I don’t share.”
“That was clear,” she whispers. But she doesn’t stiffen or pull away. If anything, she settles closer. “Crystal.”
I capture her mouth again, like kissing forms some sort of pact.
When I finally let her go, her mouth looks like she’s been ravaged. Her lips are already full and lush but now, they’re puffy and swollen from my attention.
I growl out my satisfaction, but I let her go and open the bathroom door. I’ll let her pee in peace tonight, but she’s going to have to get used to the fact that I don’t want a lot of privacy.
I stand right outside the bathroom door, my arms crossed over my bare chest as I listen to her use the bathroom, wash up, and then open the door.
She’s brushed her hair too. I liked it all mussed, but I run my hand over the blonde locks, bending down to kiss her again before I lead her back to the bedroom. “I’ll be right in.”
Her lips part again and then she leans in, hugging me before she enters the bedroom. Was she worried I’d leave?
Not a fucking chance.
She has no idea what she’s started tonight.
Giving the camera a quick look, where it’s tucked into the base of one of the lamps, I glare as I go by before I enter the bedroom, shucking my pants back off and climbing into the bed next to Gigi.
She’s still in my shirt, and as much as I want to feel her skin, I like her being wrapped in my clothing, in my scent.
I settle her body into the curve of mine and fold my arms around her.
She’s asleep in seconds, but I just hold her, drawing in her scent, feeling her breathe, before I fall asleep too.
I have no idea how long I’m asleep, but I wake to the sound of the door clicking open.
My eyes fly open, my head coming up.
Emma stares back at me with wide eyes. “Morning.”
“Good morning,” I whisper, bringing a finger to my lips. Gigi hasn’t stirred. She’s exactly where I placed her in my arms last night.
“I’m hungry,” Emma whispers back.
A small smile curves my lips to see her big eyes looking at me expectantly. Why do I like that she trusts I’ll feed her? “Be right out,” I say before she disappears.
Climbing out of the bed, I pull on my trousers and start for the kitchen. Gigi doesn’t even move.
Emma has settled herself in front of her dolls as I head into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and then pull out some food for breakfast. “Do you like scrambled eggs?” I ask her.
She bobs her head enthusiastically. “Yes. I love them.”
“Strawberries or grapes?” I ask, as I take out a pan and turn on the stove.
“Both. And toast.” Then she stands up, walking over to me. “I forgot to say please.”
I smile down at her, patting her head. “I’m glad you remembered. I’ll see if I can find some toast. Want some milk while you wait?”
“Yes!”
With a chuckle, I pour the milk into her cup with the straw and lid, and hand it to her as I start to cook breakfast.
I’d left my phone on Gigi’s counter, and I look down to find a slurry of texts and updates from the new camera as well.
I see a message from Killian but ignore it, cracking the eggs into a bowl and mixing them up.
“Birdie needs her breakfast too,” Emma calls from the living room, as she sits in front of the cage.
“We’ll check her seed after you eat,” I say back, just as Gigi appears in the bedroom door, looking sleepy and so sweet, she makes my teeth ache.
I want to wrap her in my arms and sink into her warm, wet pussy.
Just then, the coffee pot beeps.
I cross to the pot, pouring two cups. I take mine black, but I already know she adds low fat milk to hers. Pouring it on the top, she enters the kitchen just as I turn and give her the cup.
Her eyes widen as she takes the mug from my hand. “That smells so good.”
I kiss her forehead and then take my mug back to the pan, finishing Emma’s eggs.
“Breakfast,” I call to her, and she leaves Birdie’s cage and climbs up into her seat.
Gigi stands between the kitchen and living room, watching as Emma digs into the breakfast I just made.
“Mama needs to eat too,” I rumble, as I leave Emma to eat her toast and eggs, and head back to the pan to fix Gigi her plate.
“Would it stop you if I told you that I’m not really a breakfast person?”
“No,” I answer spooning out eggs onto her plate. “After last night, you need some protein.”
I see her grin before she covers it with her coffee mug.
But I lean over and kiss her again, bringing her plate to the table. “I’ll be right back with some fruit.”
Gigi slides into her chair, pushing up the sleeves to my shirt. Jesus, I want to bring her back to bed.
But I’ve got a full day. I’m so close to closing this deal and cutting Vigo Sinclair out. It’s the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, my way of proving to my brothers that I am just as smart, tough, and savvy.
Starting this branch of the company was everything to me.
But looking at Gigi, I already know I care a little less.
I could take her back to bed, let Gris and Killian do what they came here to do, which is help me. Jesus, she’s even softening my competitive drive.
I’m letting her distract me.
But what a perfectly lovely distraction she is. I have this dark thought that maybe it’s what she came for.
But who would send her? Who would know she’d be my perfect cocktail of femininity? Then again, maybe it wasn’t that hard to guess.
Gigi is the sort of woman whom any powerful man would crave.
I blow out a breath, bringing the bowl of fruit over to the table. Emma’s eyes light up as Gigi scoops some of it out onto her plate.
“Thank you for breakfast,” Gigi says as she looks up at me, her big brown eyes open and sparkling.
The sight pushes my darker thoughts aside as I cup her jaw with my hand, stroking my thumb over her cheek. “I’ve got to shower and get downstairs. But I’ll see you in the office.”
She nods, nipping at her bottom lip, a sure sign she’s nervous. “I won’t be long.”
“Take your time,” I say and then drop a kiss on her mouth. As her boss, I’m supposed to get as much work as possible out of her. But as the man who plans to bed her, it’s my job to help her relax. Feel safe.
I start for her bedroom to collect the rest of my clothes.
“Did you…” She stands starting to follow me, before she stops in the middle of the living room. “Did you want your shirt?”
I turn back, taking in the sight of her. Her hair is messy again, her body draped in my collared shirt, her long legs exposed to my view.
I move toward her, not in a hurry, as I stare. I don’t know that I’d ever get tired of looking at her. When I get close, her arms open to me, her face relaxing.
I pull her close, whispering against her ear, “I’ll get my shirt tonight. After work.”
Her fingertips dig into my shoulders, as her torso presses to mine. “That sounds perfect.”
I kiss her mouth, a lingering kiss that’s meant to comfort. Whatever my concerns, when faced with her need for my strength, I can’t help but give it to her.
Then I let her go and head into the bedroom to get dressed. I leave two minutes later, kissing the top of Emma’s head before I go and grab my phone.
But I’m no more out the door, when it rings in my hand. “Where are you?” Killian demands. “Still at Gigi’s?”
I stop in the hall, hating that everyone knows I spent the night with her. I’m not ashamed of what we did, or of her, I just don’t like our relationship being in a fishbowl. It doesn’t feel like I’m protecting her at all.
“On my way to my apartment to shower.”
“Good. I have news. I’m adding Gris to the call.”
I unlock my door with a swipe of my security card, and head for the bathroom, even as Gris’s voice sounds over the line. “We’re going to see each other in an hour. Is a conference call necessary?”
“Yes,” Killian rumbles. “I was watching Vigo last night, and I think he got word from his lawyers. He sent a man to the ER, trashed his office, and now…” Killian pauses. “He’s in a fleet of cars headed downtown.”
I pause in the doorway. “What are you saying?”
“I think you might be getting a visit from our least-favorite mob boss.”
Gris lets out a string of curses.
“Vigo Sinclair is headed your way.”