His mouth brushes mine again. “Unpack, get settled. Then come find me. We need to talk.”
“About what?”
“Your job. Our life. How this is going to work.”
I stand there, blinking like an idiot. And he takes advantage of my confusion, kissing me slow, long, deep, wet. Then he’s gone. Leaving me standing in our bedroom. In his mansion.With my cat downstairs and my clothes in bags at my feet. This is fucking insane. But I start unpacking anyway.
* * *
I find him in his office half an hour later. He’s sitting behind the massive wooden desk, on his laptop. Still in his GQ model suit. Looking ridiculously hot. All thick, dark-blond hair, rugged features, massive body, and big-dick energy. I’m so screwed…
He glances up when I knock on the open door.
He raises his gaze, a small smile replacing his frown of concentration.
I step inside. The office is all dark wood and leather, with bookshelves lining the walls and a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the estate grounds.
Zak gestures to the chair across from him. When I sit, he leans back in his chair, studying me. Eyes warm but alert.
“How are you feeling?”
I shrug. “Overwhelmed.”
He nods. “Understandable.”
I add, “Confused.”
Another nod. “Also understandable.”
“I need to go back to work,” I say quickly before he can argue. “I’m a nurse, Zak. I help people. I’m not giving that up.” His jaw tightens, and I see the protest forming. “I’m not asking for permission,” I continue. “I’m telling you. I’m going back to work.”
He’s quiet for a long moment. Just staring at me with his beautiful dark eyes.
Then he nods. “Fine.”
Wait. What?
“Fine?”
“Yeah. You can go back to work.”
I blink. “Really, that easy?” I was expecting more of a fight.
“On one condition.”
Of course.
“What is it?”
“I drive you there and pick you up.” I open my mouth to argue. “Non-negotiable,” he adds in a final tone.
I stare at this stubborn, possessive man who just agreed to my terms. Compromising, meeting me halfway.
“Fine,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest like some surly teenager.
He chuckles, then pulls me into his arms and kisses me. My body melts into his, my hands fisting his shirt, as his tongue slides between my lips, making me moan.
When he breaks the kiss, Zak rests his forehead against mine. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
