“I can’t,” she responds groggily. “I shouldn’t even be asleep now.”
“Why?”
She notices Knox is missing from the bed.
“The baby!”
“I put him in the crib. Don’t worry, I’ve got him today.”
“My meeting—”
“What meeting? It’s Saturday, Duchess.”
She must be delirious with sleep. Her days seem to be seamlessly blending into each other.
“It was the only day he could talk.”
She tries inching the sheet and quilt down with her feet to wake herself up. The central air is on high and keeps our room cool enough for her to sleep under layers. I yank them back up to her neck. Pissed that she’s actually attempting to work on a Saturday when she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in months.
“Hewho?”
“The new president of Cabot University. He’s considering working exclusively with us. He would promote the use of the app through official university communications, potentially exposing us to thousands of students.”
“Where’s Cabot University?”
“It’s a small school upstate, but they’re connected to the University of Pennsylvania network.”
“That’s big news, baby. I can’t believe you’re just telling me about it.”
“I didn’t want to jinx it.”
“You know I don’t believe in all of that superstitious BS.”
“Yeah, but I’ve been let down so many times before from deals that almost happened. I just wanted to wait to tell you until I was at least close to securing the deal.”
I sit on the edge of our bed and slide my hand underneath the covers near the apex of Elizabeth’s thighs.
“If you would just let me help you secure a few paid clients, you would never need to feel disappointed again. In fact, helping you would be my pleasure.”
The heat emanating from my fiancée’s crotch as I knead the inside of her thigh makes me feel stiff in my own. I want inside of my woman in the worst way.
“It won’t mean the same if you just buy me business relationships, Roman.”
Elizabeth abruptly rolls over toward the nightstand and reaches for her cell phone once she hears it ding, immediately ending the physical contact between my hand and her thigh.
Now I’m just fucking annoyed.
“Why won’t it mean the same? Do you actually believe that all the millionaires in this country earn their money with hard work and honest deals?” I scoff.
“I don’t need to be a millionaire likesomepeople. I just want to help students find scholarships for college and make a decent living while I do it.”
Elizabeth picks up her phone and starts scrolling through her text messages as if this conversation is boring her. It’s been a minute since I tied her pretty ass up to the headboard and fucked her sideways. I think she’s overdue.
“You know what I mean, Elizabeth, and put the phone down.”
“I’m sending my friend Patty some money. Wait, a second.”
I can’t help but notice the confirmation screen on her phone and it surprises me. She just sent this Patty person a thousand dollars and even though we live comfortably, that’s still a lot of money to just give someone, especially a woman I’ve never heard of.
