“Nick, this is my boyfriend, Mr. Wyler,” Anu says to him. He waves at me, not leaving her side. I hear the footsteps and turn to the man who I’m quite sure is Nick’s father. He’s tall and looks about my age.
His face is a myriad of emotion that I can’t decipher, but it’s clear he’s stunned and unhappy to see me, the boyfriend thatdoesexist.
“Richard,” he says in a deep unfriendly tone with his hand proffered for a handshake.
“Daniel,” I say in a firm tone, taking his hand in a strong grip that he didn’t expect. He winces a bit, though he’s quick to hide it. “Makayla’s boyfriend,” I conclude to him, and he drops my hand.
“Come on, Nick. Ms K will be in soon,” he says in a snide tone. The boy stares at Anu with a slight frown on his face.
“Just saying goodbye, I’ll be in soon. Go and get our lesson set up,” she assures him. He nods with a smile.
“Okay,” he says, running off, but Richard doesn’t leave, almost like he expects me to get in the car and leave, so he can walk Anu inside the house.Motherfucker.
I pull Anu to me, and her body melts with mine She lifts her face to me, probably expecting a kiss on the cheek.Not today. My lips touch hers, and she responds by opening for me. A rush of warmth and desire is ignited by the contact of our tongues that has now sparked an insatiable hunger in me. Our swirling tongue feels like a harmony of flavors coated to bring passion and desire that births a delightful sensation. I’d anticipated a pleasant, and maybe a good kiss, but reality surpassed all expectations, leaving me breathless and shaken. I’m ensnared by her; the silken threads of her web have completely serenaded me, and I don’t care because I find myself unwilling to break free.
We stay lost in each other, our tongues making its own musical rhythm until the deep loud throat is cleared. I break the kiss and stare into the eyes of my woman. We both know the kiss caught us both off guard. The craving for more is clear as the sun beats down on us. I kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear:
“I’ll send Zack back for you.”
A soft breath escapes her.
“No need. Jordan is sending a car for me,” she says, trying to pull away from me. A tender touch to her cheek accompanied a playful wink.
“Not today. Zack will be here waiting, and he can take you everywhere you want to go.” My tone of finality is firm, though my eyes soften. She nods and pulls away.
“See you later, “she says before heading to the house. I watch fucking Richard following her. I bet the asshole is checking out her ass. I feel an instant need to cover her up and take her home, then mark her all over with my scent.
Again,not today.
She stops at the door and waves at me. I wink at her with a smile. I get in the car. On our drive back, I can’t help but think about that kiss. There’s no way I’m not coming back for more. I’m fucking claiming her as mine. I knew it the moment I saw her, but I’m a thousand percent certain about it now, and I’m so not leaving room for any other male species to get close to my territory.
We are close to the office, and I decide to let Zack in on his next assignment.
“Once we get to the office, return to pick up Ms K and take her everywhere she plans to go today. Do not leave her side today. She’s very important to me.”
“Yes sir.” If he wanted to ask more questions, he didn’t.
My mind works on how to get the fucking Richard guy to keep his hands to himself. Once Zack drops me off at the office, I remind him of his next assignment. “Go back and wait for Ms K,” he nods.
I make my way up to my office and move past Patrick, without a word. The guy must think I’m losing my shit. Locking my doorI call Bruce. He’s the best security intel and one of my best friends.
“Hey,” he answers.
“I need everything on a guy named Richard. He has a son named Nick. Texting his address as we speak,” I spill my request without missing a beat.
“What do you need to know about him?”
“Everything, and I want you to send him a warning.” My brevity shocks him, when I hear his heavy sigh.
"What kind of warning?" A weight settles in his voice, hinting at underlying unease.
"The verbal scary type." And I heard him sigh in relief.
“That’s easy, what did he do?”
“He’s pulling cloak-and-dagger handsy moves around my roommate.”
Bruce burst into laughter.
