Love?
I’m not sure what true romantic love feels like.I’ve liked a lot of women.Enjoyed their company.But die for one of them?
Would I die for Emily?
Then it hits me that I have Khalid’s sole attention.Despite what people think, the most important conversations in business take place in social environments, not in a boardroom.
“I never touched your daughter, Khalid.I would never disrespect you in that way.It’s not how I do business.”There is potent power and honesty in my voice.
He doesn’t respond, simply watches me for a long moment.Then, lowers his head slowly.“I know.”
My brows shoot up.
“Sebastian, my concern has been the zoning.I thought you knew that?”
I frown.
How could he have known about that?We only found out today, and he pulled the funding last week.We haven’t shared that news with our investors either.
I tasked Brandon with sorting that shitstorm out, and while it’s a valid concern, I don’t understand the timing.
Nor is the rejection from the DOB.I’ve developed properties all over the country and some in other parts of the world.My team are experts at ensuring we meet regulations and crossing all our t’s, dotting our i’s.
I wonder if my team has kept me fully informed.The last thing I’m going to do is make us look even more incompetent, so I nod.
“We’ll get that resolved.I have my team pulling strings.”I assure him, grinding my teeth as I spot Victor chatting to a couple of politicians and a well-known celebrity.
“Good.I was surprised to hear of the issue given your reputation, and then the rumor about my daughter forced my hand.”Khalid shares, snapping my attention back to him.“Send me home with good news tomorrow and we can get back to work.”
One day?
Jesus, I don’t know if we can turn it around that fast, but I will pull all the fucking strings I need to.
“Done.”I slap him on the shoulder.
My mood boosted, I turn as Emily walks back into the room, heading in our direction.Her eyes lock with mine with a sparkle that’s trying its hardest not to go out, as she stops in front of me.
I take her hand as it lands on my chest, a habit I’m beginning to love...
Love.
The band starts up.
“Take your fiancée onto the dance floor,” Khalid says.“Young love is to be savored.”
God, I want to kiss her and share how I feel, telling her not to worry about anything.
The thought terrifies me.
It excites me.
“Will you dance with me, Ms.Harper?”
Her face lights up.“Yes, Mr.Remington.I would love that.”
Jesus, that British accent hits my dick every time.
Thank God my tuxedo pants are loose.I lead her onto the dance floor, tug her up against my body, and we begin to move.
