“Why, thank you,” I say, kissing his cheek as he does the same to me. “I like your tie.”
He smirks at me, holding out the yellow tie covered in yet more flamingoes. It’s even brighter than the last. “My son continues to torment me.”
“Am I interrupting?” I ask. Their meeting should have ended over an hour ago.
“Not at all, Lucas has been boring me with how wonderful you are. I may commission one of your paintings for my office; it really does help add a splash of color to this place.”
I frown at him in confusion as he kisses my hand.
“But I really must be going before my wife accuses me of abandoning her again. Lucas, it was good to see you, as always. I will email you my thoughts on all your terrible ideas. Goodbye, Amelia. I look forward to seeing you at dinner next weekend.”
“Goodbye, Franklin,” I say with a grin, as he heads toward the elevators. I turn back toward Lucas. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“You’re telling me. Holy fuck, you look sensational.”
“You approve?” I ask, turning in a circle. I’m wearing a long satin gown of gold, which I knew he would love.
He stalks toward me, pulling me against him, and I can feel just how much he likes it by his hardening cock.
“Wow. Hello,” I say, as he groans into my mouth.
“I don’t have time to show you what I think of you in this dress, do I?” he asks.
“Not if you want to be on time, no.”
“My brothers are late for everything.”
“Not when they’re introducing their new girlfriend to their whole family, they’re not,” I say firmly.
He grunts reproachfully. “Fine. But I get to fuck the living shit out of you later.”
“You’re so romantic.”
“I know,” he says with a smirk and then goes to close his office door.
“Wait a second,” I say. “What was Franklin talking about with that commission stuff?”
Lucas turns to me, fidgeting in place as he shrugs a shoulder. “Uh… well, he likes your art.”
“Lucas, he’s never seen my art.”
His only reply is to push the door open further, and I walk inside curiously, only to see one of my paintings hanging above the couch.
It’s a portrait I did of Lucas’s face some time ago, in gold and white. I never intended it to be hung anywhere, least of all his office, and I look back at him in alarm.
“That… that’s not supposed to be there!” I say, but he waves me off.
“I love it. It’s staying. And it means I can brag about you to whoever will listen.”
I sigh, looking at all the imperfections I wish I had dealt with before he did this.
“Stop picking it to pieces. You never think anything you paint is finished, and I love it because it’s from you.”
He grabs his jacket and quickly tugs on his socks and shoes as I smooth a hand over my gown. Ilookconfident even if I don’t feel it.
“They’re gonna love you,” he says, kissing the top of my head as we make our way to the elevator.
“I hope so,” I say, tugging at the seam. “Do any of them know how we got together?”
