This is just a little deal, Luna said so. Telling him this can’t hurt anything, the deal is done.
“The MacTavish clan is purchasing drones from Saito. Military-grade ones. They’re coming in tomorrow night.” I’m sweaty and cold. This was wrong. I’m an idiot.
“Good work,” Dad says grudgingly. “Keep looking for more information. Get Mason talking when you’re in bed. Men are chattier.”
“You’ll leave Lucia alone. We had a deal.”
“For now.” He hangs up on me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
In which there is office sexytimes.
Mason…
The next day…
“Mr. MacTavish, ye have a visitor, it’s Mrs. MacTavish.”
My PA will never accept that with a ridiculously large bundle of MacTavishes all working in the same building, the very use of my surname routinely causes confusion.
“Which Mrs. MacTavish would that be?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.
Malcolm beams happily. “Yours, Sir.”
Afton peeks out from behind him. “Is this a bad time? I could come back later.”
“You’re dismissed,Malcolm.”He’s been staring at my wife and gives a little jump when I emphasize his name.
“Yes, of course. Mrs. MacTavish, would ye like tea, or some biscuits or-”
Taking pity on him, Afton smiles and pats his arm. “Thank you, but I’m good.”
As the door shuts, I push the button on my desk to lock it.
At the sound of the deadbolt sliding shut behind her, my wife goes pale for a moment.
“This is a surprise,” I say, rising from the desk and leaning down to kiss her.
“Really, I can come back if you’re busy, I shouldn’t have just popped in.” She looks beautiful in a pale green sundress and I’m thinking about what knickers she has under it. The lacy pink ones? The black thong?
“This was excellent timing. I’ve gone through these numbers three times.” Pulling her over to my office chair, I sit down again, settling her into my lap. “What have you been up to?”
“I finished my last final for the semester,” she says. “All my professors were remarkably understanding.” I don’t mention that I paid her tuition for the rest of the year when that cheap bastard Cavendish canceled her payments. And made a call to the dean of her department.
“Congratulations, darling. We should celebrate.” My hand is on her thigh, gently inching her skirt up.
“I wanted to say something, I…” Her protest dies off as I run the tip of my nose down her throat.
“Aye?” My fingertips are sliding between her thighs, and I force myself to stop. “I’m listening.”
She’s looking at my tie, absentmindedly stroking it. “You said ‘aye’ just then. The Scottish in you wants to come out.”
“I’ve never called my cock that, but if you wish…”
“Stop!” She’s so easy to embarrass, my wife. “You know what I meant.”
“Mm-hmm.” My lips are cool against her burning cheeks. “You had something to tell me?”
