“Come here, firefly,” he says without looking up at me.
Following orders, I walk behind the desk, and the next thing I know, I’m in his lap, and he’s kissing me like his life depends on it.
My God, this man can kiss.
He’s a master at it. His lips are soft yet demanding. His tongue is just right, exploring my mouth without trying to choke me out.
When I come up for air, I say, “What was that for?”
“Been wanting to do that since I woke up in that bed alone,” he says, drifting his knuckles down my cheek.
“The next time I’m too wordy, just shut me up and kiss me.”
“No way.” He rubs his nose against mine. “I like it when you talk to me, baby.”
Good because I can’t stop telling him everything.
“Scarlett’s on her way up,” I inform him. “I was just letting you know.”
He checks the time, then pats my ass and helps me to my feet. “I need to get ready for work. My men will be here shortly.”
“It’s a good thing I made so much food.”
“You don’t need to feed everyone, Eloise.”
“Need to? No. Want to? Yes. Are you going to tell me I can’t?” I set my hands on my hips and grin while he growls low in his throat and shoves his hands through his hair.
“It seems I can’t say no to you for much. But I don’t want them getting used to it. I’m not sharing you with the whole fucking building.”
I laugh and rub my hand up his chest. “Of course not.”
The doorbell chimes, and I pad through the door of the office, but suddenly, Rome is at my side.
“You check the security cameras,” he says, showing me the screen next to the door. “Always, even when you’re expecting someone. And you better only have women up here. My men will be instructed to shoot any men on sight.”
“That’s … crazy. Besides, it’s just Scarlett.”
“This is when I put my foot down. You will always check, Eloise. Do you hear me?”
“Okay, I hear you. How do I do that?”
He shows me which buttons to push, and a picture of the hallway comes up. Sure enough, there’s the guard from earlier along with Scarlett.
“See?”
“Never open this door without this step. I’m deadly serious.”
There’s no humor in his face.
“I promise, Rome.”
He nods once, then opens the door. Scarlett’s ready with a big smile, but it dims a bit when she sees Rome. I can tell she’s full of nerves.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Alexander.”
“Welcome,” he says, gesturing for her to come inside. “I hope you two have a good evening. I’ve booked out the spa for both of you tonight, starting at eight.”
We both stare at him in shock.
