“I told them to behave like adults and fix their shit by tomorrow morning or they’re fired. Then I drove here because I didn’t want to be late.”
A chuckle trickles out of me at his problem-solving skills. “I would’ve met you at your place, babe. You didn’t have to threaten them.”
“They deserved it for almost keeping me away from you.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
He shrugs, smirking. “Wanna go home?”
“Yes. Can we make a pit stop at my place? I forgot to pack my makeup bag for tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Kissing me, he helps me into the car and gets behind the wheel.
We’re flying out to New York tomorrow morning. To say I’m excited would be an understatement. It’s for both pleasure and business. We won’t have to hide as much unless we’re at the fundraiser or with my friends.
I haven’t told Noor and Anaya that he and I have patched up. They’ll want to meet with him, and I want to have him all to myself a little while longer. Plus, they’re going to be nosy as hell. Especially Anaya who wouldn’t hesitate to demand why he resisted a relationship so much and won’t stop until she dissects his entire personal history.
“How was your day, angel?”
I glance toward him, narrowing my gaze. “Very distracting.”
“Hmm,” his mouth curves in the corner. “What distracted you?”
“You know exactly what.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You always choose the most inappropriate time to sext me, Nathan.”
“When did texting my girlfriend that I missed her tight cunt wrapped around my cock became a crime? Or that I’d rather eat her out than listen to my employees argue.”
“Because it made me wet and I didn’t have an extra pair of panties.”
His knuckles go white around the steering wheel. “Little minx, don’t tell me you’re bare underneath your dress.”
“I very much am.”
“Don’t play with fire. Have you forgotten what happened last time?”
The memory causes me to clench my thighs together. Instead of verbally replying to him, I reach inside my purse, pull out my lace underwear and toss it into his lap.
His low curse makes my lips twitch. Unlike the previous time, we’re in broad daylight and in the middle of evening rush hour. So, there’s nothing he can do.
“This should teach you not to sext me at work the next time.”
He grabs my panties, tucking them inside his suit pocket. “You’re getting fucked hard the second we reach your place.”
“Can’t wait.”
“I’ve corrupted you well.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Neither am I, angel.”
We stop at a red light. I turn to him. “So, when did the mechanic say my car will be fixed?”
“Another week, I think.”
