“Keep your doors locked,” he added, authority dripping off each word. “Don’t hang up until you’re ready to drive.”
Jesus. I was going to combust.
I swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel. “Yes… Sir.”
Another pause.
He heard it.
“Good,” he murmured. “Stay with me.”
I sat there in silence for a few minutes, thankful he wasn’t pushing. As soon as I stopped shaking, I’d drive home.
Only one other man in my life had sent these shivers through me, this heat to my core, just with his words. While the words Sebastian used did not carry the same dominance, they carried just enough that they did the same thing, and when he called me a good girl, I wished I was at home so I could take care of this ache that seemed constant with him and my master around.
Damn it all to hell. What was I going to do?
Chapter 28
Sebastian
The weather matched my mood. Dreary. Mom had vetoed the first two nurses I'd chosen, and I didn't like the third one, but she did. I'd spent a good part of the day arguing with the agency before they agreed to send more out Friday morning. The sixth one we finally agreed on, but not soon enough for me to get on a plane Friday evening unless I wanted to fly coach, which I really didn't. It wasn't that I was above it, well maybe I was.
"How was your trip, Mr. Reid?" Oliver, our driver, asked. We had a company we used when needed, and he was our preferred driver. I honestly preferred driving myself, but when it came to coming and going from places like the airport, and even Sanctum from time to time, we used this company.
"Not wet."
He chuckled. It was the only thing Arizona had going for it. It had been raining the last few weeks, so it had been nice to see the sky, even though it had been cold.
Victor had taken the program live, so now we just waited, and I didn’t like waiting. No one wanted to talk about the elephant in the room. What would happen if they didn’t take the bait? What if they knew they were made?
I couldn’t think like that. This had to work or we’d be ruined.
“Oliver, take this next exit, please.”
“Headed to the office, Sir?”
“No, I need to drop by Millie’s for some pastries and then a friend’s place.”
I didn’t miss his raised brow. Other than Elijah and Victor, I didn’t have friends. I had clients. I was too much into my work which had always served me well.
“Of course, Sir. The missus would love some of her turnovers.”
He pulled up to the curb in front of a well-known cafe. Not famous in the sense she didn’t have money to market herself, but anyone who had been there always came back, and she had quite the social media following, or so I was told.
“I’ll grab you a dozen, my treat? And a bear claw, right?” I smiled, which wasn’t normal for me by the look on his face.
“That’s right, Sir.”
Ethan had picked him up a few over the years, and for all of my flaws, my memory wasn’t one of them.
Millie panicked when I got to the front of the line. “Mr. Reid, I had your order down for next week.”
“Yes, that’s right, this is more of a personal visit.”
Her sigh of relief was audible. And I couldn’t help but grin. “I wanted to get a dozen apple turnovers for my driver’s wife and a bear claw for him.”
We had four local Seattle businesses we rotated through each week to supply our staff with treats. The day of the week changed too depending on if we knew we had a few hard days coming up, sometimes it was the day we started with a this is going to suck we believe in you, and sometimes it was a job well done. Bastian’s did a lunch spread once a month, and Millie’s did pastries which was indeed next week.
