Chapter Eight
I’m so damn grateful my investor called, or I would have embarrassed myself for coming too fast. In seconds she unmanned me, rubbing her bare pussy on my hard bulge. Luckily, it ended fast because there was no barrier between the driver and us, and there’s no way I was letting Tim see my woman’s ass or allowing him access to her musical voice as she came.
She thought I didn’t notice how upset she was, but I recognized it and understood my problem needed solving as soon as we had time. As we step off the elevator, Cynthia says, “Your breakfast is waiting in your office.”
“Thank you. Jillian and I will be meeting with Thorne at ten and then heading out for lunch with her parents. Is my brother in his office?”
“He’s working onsite with Morimoto.”
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten about that meeting.” I nod and lead Jillian through the door, closing it before Cynthia speaks. “Eat. We don’t have a lot of time before Thorne gets here.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Stop lying. I can hear your stomach growling, and so is mine.” Scooping up a breakfast egg wrap and biting down, I chew without a word. She follows my lead with a sausage wrap, making me feel better. We eat in silence while I check my emails that I’m sure are running wild. Most days I work nine hours minimum, and yesterday I managed a meager four before calling it a day and claiming Jillian. Today’s going to be a repeat as well.
“Excuse me, but I need to use the restroom,” she says, standing after finishing her coffee.
“Okay.” She walks away but doesn’t look at me. Maybe she’s uncomfortable about the whole bathroom issue new couples have, so I don’t press the issue. Hell, I used a different bathroom in the house this morning.
Five minutes pass, and there’s a knock on the door. “Come in.” I expect it to be Jillian, but it’s Thorne.
“Hey, thanks for coming. Do you have the documents ready to sign?”
“Yes, but I was expecting to finally meet the bride-to-be.”
“She went to use the ladies’ room and should be back any moment.”