“Yeah, I was born.”Barely.
“How old are you now?”
“I’m not telling you.” He’ll only use it against me later. I know how he operates.
“I’ll look it up,” Miller threatens.
“He’s twenty-four.” Bree laughs and snuggles into me, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch.
“You were like mayyyybe two when this came out. Shit, Gabbadoo you’re a hardcore cougar.” Miller roars at her. She throws a pillow at him.
“He acts older than you most days.”
“Burn.” I chuckle at her dig.
The movie starts playing and as the street racing begins on the screen, everything feels okay for the moment. Bree doesn’t leave her spot in my lap. I’m thankful we’re home for the next few days. We need this time together. She needs to know she’s supported and that I’m not going anywhere. That no matter what happens next, it’s her and me together. And apparently Miller, because he makes it clear he’s not leaving either when he takes the guest room down the hall from Bree’s room.
The next few days, Bree’s quieter than normal. She comes to the games and puts on a brave face for the public, but she’s not herself. My final status meeting is tomorrow before we leave for our last road trip of the season. Time has flown by. I can’t believe my rookie season is coming to an end. Hopefully after I’ve cleared the final check-in and my record is officially clean, Bree will feel better about us going public with our relationship.
I love her and I want to be able to celebrate this season with her when it’s over. Once we get through the biopsy and know what we’re dealing with, she’ll see we have our entire lives ahead of us.
“What are you doing here?” I don’t need to look up from my computer to see Chase standing in the open doorway. I could feel his presence as soon as he stepped off the elevator, and smell his cologne as he walked closer to my office. The bergamot and leatherwood scent I find myself wishing for when he’s gone for an extended period of time. I should have him spray the hoodie I stole since the smell has faded over the past two months.
“I had my final meeting with management since I fulfilled the terms of the agreement.”
Shit. I forgot that was today. My head hasn’t been on straight since the nurse called earlier to schedule my biopsy for next week.
“Right, that was today.” I turn to face him, feeling awful for missing the meeting.
“Grant said you were probably busy working on something else.”
I was working on something, but there’s no excuse for missing that meeting. Definitely not a great look for his new general counsel.
“I’m sorry.” He’s done everything required of him and so much more. The least I could’ve done was be there to support him in this final meeting. Not to mention, I should’ve been in the meeting to represent the club from a legal perspective.
“I came to check on you because my girl doesn’t usually skipthings like that without a good reason.” The worry on his face has me feeling even worse. “Seeing you confirms it. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Princess?” I start shaking my head before he’s finished with the question.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He peers down the hallway before pushing off the doorframe and walking into my office. Grabbing the door with his left hand, he closes it behind him.
“What are you doing?” My pulse spikes at the heat in his eyes.
“You said you don’t want to talk about it, so we won’t talk.” The click of the lock reverberates through the room. My breath comes out in short bursts as my clit starts to throb at the prospect of him doing dirty things to me in this office where anyone could walk by and hear us.
“We can’t.” My protest is weak. I need this. I need him to take control. To get me out of my head and into the moment. To let me repent for missing such a crucial moment when he’s been there for me.
“We can.” His feet thud against the floor as he crosses the space and rounds my desk. “You said you were sorry. I can tell you really mean that. But I think you need to show me how sorry you are.”
I swallow heavily, looking up at him where he towers over me in my office chair. He reaches for the arm of the chair, yanking it and me around to face him. “Think you can do that for me, Princess?” He grabs my hand, lifting me out of the chair to stand. My chest brushes against his.
“Yes,” I whimper softly. The friction against my breasts has my nipples pebbling, begging to be touched.
His hand wraps around my throat, tipping my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Hmmm, you gonna make it up to me?” I lick my lips and nod, too dumbstruck to speak. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Get on your knees.”
Slowly, I lower to my knees in front of him. My skirt is restrictive, so I have to shimmy it up my thighs to allow my legsto bend behind me. I move to take my glasses off in anticipation of what he’s going to ask me to do next.
“The glasses stay on.” He stops my hand. “You’re so fucking sexy in these glasses. It was one of the first things I noticed about you when I walked into your office the day I made my debut. Like a sexy librarian but better.”
“I’ve always been self-conscious about them. It’s why I wear my contacts all the time.” He releases my hand and traces along the rim of my glasses, following the line behind my ear and tucking a piece of hair back with his movement.
