Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Luna
Ididn’t realize how sexy it would be to watch Prescott get dressed for work.
Watching him undress? Sure, that makes sense, but there was something sensual about observing him as he dressed.
It probably also has something to do with the clothes he wears.
I’ve always admired the corset vests he wears. He’s the first and only man I’ve ever seen wear a corset, and they’re not for everyone, but he looks delicious in them. Add the fitted pants over his delectable ass, and I was definitely filling his bedroom with my perfume.
Because he’s a gentleman, he didn’t mention it, but I saw the grin on his face while he got ready.
Not to mention the flexing he was doing. I bet he doesn’t do that when he’s alone.
When he offers me his arm once he leaves his house, I don’t hesitate to take it—even though I know tongues will be wagging and the entire town will hear about it by lunchtime.
The joys of small-town living.
“I’m glad you don’t have any other meetings besides the one with Betsy today,” he says as we stroll down the street.
We both live close to the office. It had been a five-minute walk to his house from mine, and it’ll take us ten to get to the office.
“Oh? Why’s that?” I ask, tilting my head so I glance up at him to find him grinning down at me.
“Because you smell divine, and you won’t have to use the descenting spray.” His dimples flash again, and I duck my head.
Why the hell am I blushing right now?
What is going on?
I elbow him in the side. “Shut up. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but we’re on our way to work.”
He shrugs. “And?”
“And we need to act professionally at work,” I say it like it’s obvious, and he’s an idiot. My eyes widen when he lets out a soft groan and reaches down to adjust his cock. “Seriously?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Luna. I wasn’t joking earlier.” Another flash of dimples. “Now, I just don’t have to work so hard to hide it from you.”
Fuck.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
I can’t walk around perfuming everywhere because he gets off on me talking down to him. I take a deep breath as I try to screw my head on correctly.
Work. I just need to think about work.
“Mmm, grumpy Luna is back.” Prescott chuckles when I glare at him, only laughing harder when my eyes drop to his cock, which is definitely harder.
How is this my life?
“Damn it, Pres. Knock it off.” I let go of his arm as we reach the office, pulling my keys from my purse so I can unlock the front door.
“I need to prepare for my meeting with Betsy. Go make me a coffee, and when you’re done, I want you to get background checks ran on Knight and his alphas.
The sister too. Email Lark if you have to. ”
He hums, moving past me toward the coffee cart. “I like it when you’re bossy.”
“Enough, Prescott!” I practically yell, my face flushed. “This is our place of business, and I need you to act like it. I know this is new, but we need to be able to separate business and personal.”
He groans, and even with his back to me, I can tell he’s reaching for his cock again.
I throw my hands up in exasperation and head for my office.
I cannot with him right now.
Settling into my seat, I open my computer and pull up the files I need for my meeting. I send the documents I need to the printer and grab my tablet to make notes on. I know this case inside and out, but I like having lists to make sure I don’t miss telling my clients anything they need to know.
This wasn’t something that had to go to court. I just had to untangle some legal bindings to make sure that Betsy got what she deserved.
“Apology latte?”
I glance up to find Prescott standing there with a sheepish grin on his face. I wave him in, taking the offered cup and sipping the liquid gold.
Mmm. Cinnamon roll again. This is definitely a new favorite.
“I’m sorry for being a jerk, Luna. I know this is a place of business, and we both take it seriously. I’m just having a hard time keeping my head around you right now.” He lowers himself into the chair across from my desk. “I wasn’t expecting this, and I think I’ve lost some brain cells.”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “I’m not actually mad. You were just making it hard to concentrate on anything but your cock.”
“Well, you know, I’m okay with you concentrating on my cock anytime you want.” He winces. “Ignore not. Like I said, no brain cells to be had.”
“It’s fine. We’re both going to have to find a new balance with how our relationship has shifted. Although, if I’d known what a deviant perv you were, I might not have wanted to date you, so it’s good I didn’t know before now,” I tease him, shooting him a wink to let him know I’m messing with him.
He shrugs. “It’s definitely too late now. You’re stuck with me.”
Why does that send warmth fluttering through me?
“I know you need to get back to prepping for your meeting, and I have background checks to run, but I figured I’d see what you wanted to do for lunch. Do you want me to order something in, or would you like to go out?”
I consider him for a moment. “Like a date?”
“If that’s what you want. I really don’t want to push you,” he says with a soft smile. “But I certainly wouldn’t mind taking you on a lunch date. Or a dinner date. Or an anytime date.”
I snicker. “What happened to not pushing?”
He shrugs. “I guess you bring it out in me. But seriously, no pressure.”
“Let’s go out. We can have our first date at the diner where everyone can stare at us and gossip about how we walked to work together.”
“Do you really think everyone will know by lunch?”
I nod. “Absolutely. Hell, they’ll probably know within the hour, and I’ll have five texts from the widows asking me what’s going on.”
He chuckles as he stands. “That sounds about right. Let me know when you need another coffee, and I’ll show Betsy back when she arrives.”
“Thanks, Pres.”
“It’s my pleasure.” He pulls the door partially shut, just the way I like it, and it brings a smile to my lips.
He’s always been good about doing things for me and exactly how I liked them. I thought he was just an excellent assistant, but I’m beginning to see it was so much more than that.
I force my attention back to Betsy’s case, making a few more notes.
Betsy came to Widows Peak about a year ago, fleeing an abusive alpha husband.
A husband who was shortly thereafter indicted on charges by the federal government.
Since then, their money has been tied up by said government, but now that her husband’s trial is over and he’s behind bars, Betsy can finally access the money.
It’s a pretty shut and closed case, so it doesn’t take me long to finish making notes.
A glance at the time shows I still have nearly an hour until our appointment, so I pull up my email.
I’m surprised to find three emails from Prescott, each containing a background check on Ward Collins, Haru Yamada, and Mackenzie Miller.
That was fast.
Even more surprising is just how clean their background checks are. No arrests—not even a speeding ticket. How are three MC members this squeaky clean? Surely, they’ve gotten into trouble somewhere along the way.
I could always have Lark dig into it further, but does it really matter? They already admitted—in a roundabout way—they’ve been involved in illegal activity. Do I really need to know the details?
A notification goes off, and when I click on it, I see it’s Stacia’s background check.
And what a surprise—hers is just as squeaky clean.
No one can say I didn’t do my due diligence, I guess.
With a sigh, I lay my head in my hands. As soon as my eyes close, Christian’s smiling face appears.
Tears build as I lift my arm to rub at the sudden, sharp pain in my chest.
Fuck. I miss him so damn much.
I force my eyes open, blinking to clear the tears. The last thing I need is for Betsy to walk in here after I’ve been crying. I’ll never hear the end of it.
Soon, I promise myself. Soon, I’ll deal with his loss. I’ll grieve him and find a way to let him go.
There’s a knock on my door, and my head jerks up to find Prescott standing there. “Betsy is here.”
Already?
My eyes widen as I realize it’s actually five minutes after her appointment time. I don’t know how that much time passed in what felt like a blink of an eye, but here we are.
“Go ahead and send her in. Oh, and will you bring me another latte?”
He grins. “It’s already going. As soon as it’s ready, I’ll bring it, and Betsy, in.”
“Thanks, Prescott. Have I told you lately that you’re the best?”
“I know.” He winks, his dimples flashing as he blows a kiss before stepping back out of the office.
Huh. This new, flirty Prescott is going to take some getting used to.