“Sure, Dad, that’ll be lovely.”
“Your usual?” he directs at me. I can only nod, words still having left me. “Bella, what do you want, darling?”
“Anything with pineapple would be lovely, thanks, Dad.”
I suck in a breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.
I’m going to kill her. Fucking kill her.
“You’ve always loved your pineapple. I’ll see what they’ve got.”
“It’s the best.” She’s looking at me as she says it.
“You alright there, Reed?” George asks, noticing my discomfort.
“Just a headache,” I mutter.
“Must be something going around,” she says.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” I narrow my gaze at her.
“Good, good. Well, I’ll go get our lunch. If I’m not back before your meeting, I’ll drop it into the conference room for you.”
“Thanks, Dad. We appreciate it.”
I watch him turn and leave, closing the door behind him. My gaze finds hers immediately.
“I am going to tan your ass so fucking bad when I have you alone, you little brat.” My words hold all the promise of what will come.
“I look forward to it,” she says as she sashays out of my office, throwing a wink at me over her shoulder as she goes.
I’m definitely marrying that woman.
Chapter Seventeen
Bella
I’ve stolen Reed’s keys out of the drawer of his desk. He’s in a meeting with someone from marketing and I didn’t need to attend so I’ve taken the opportunity to leave a little present for him in his car.
I exit the elevator into the parking garage and head towards Reed’s SUV. Opening the driver’s door I look around me before reaching under my skirt and pulling my panties down.
They’re still damp from earlier, covered in both our releases. I place them in the center console where they’ll be obvious to see, the white lace a stark contrast to the black leather interior.
If he can’t have me for the next few nights, at least he has a little keepsake of me.
A grin splits my face from ear to ear as I make my way back up to the office.
***
“Bella, can you take my car and drive yourself home tonight?” My dad questions as he walks into my office, Reed is following closely behind him.
“Yeah, sure, is everything okay?” I query.
“Oh, all is fine, darling. Reed and I have just got to run an errand, so he’ll drop me home later.”
“Are you going now?” It’s mad how my gut twists at Reed leaving early — at me losing an hour or two of his time.
“Yep,” my Dad responds. “I’ll see you later tonight.” He starts walking out the door while Reed lingers.
