“Of course.”
I sit, curling into one of them, and he takes the other, his knees spreading in a stance that makes me think of snuggling up in his lap.
Instead, I take another sip of coffee, attempting to get a hold of myself even as I fantasize about the feel of his body against mine.
“The case on my desk is yours.”
That interrupts my little fantasy, as I twist my neck around, taking in the brown leather briefcase. “My money?”
“Your money.”
I look back at Win. “I’ll return your things later today.” It turns out, removing them from the hiding spot will be my problem.
He gives a brief jerk of his chin. “Thank you.”
I take another sip of my coffee, attempting to decide if we discuss last night. What we did. What it means. Are we doing it again? My gaze starts sliding down his body, settling on the bulge in his dress pants.
“I’d also like to ask a favor.”
That brings my attention back to the present as my eyes go wide. “What sort?”
“Tonight, I have a benefit I’m to attend. I’d hoped to bring…” He looks away.
“One of your potential brides?” I ask, hoping the coffee cup covers my frown. Win is surely marrying one of them, I know I ought to not let that bother me. This is not a happily-ever-after story. I’m sure about that.
“But I was preoccupied last night, and I find myself without a companion. Would you join me?”
That makes my mouth drop open, at least for a moment, before I close my lips again. “Getting more use out of that red dress?”
“Oh no, this one is black tie. I’ll have a staff member get something for you.”
“Not Ken?” I ask, my brows lifting. I know he was at my door last night. I could hear his muffled voice.
“Ken will no longer be in my employ.”
I’d love to ask more, but it’s not my place to indulge my curiosities. What matters is that Win is as decisive as he is strong. Poor Ken. “While we’re out, can we discuss some of the other facets of our relationship?”
“What facets do we need to discuss?”
“Besides last night?”
His jaw hardens, but he doesn’t say a word.
I let out a small sigh. No answer is a definite answer. I should be keeping my eyes to myself. “We need to talk about how you see this situation playing out in terms of my father.”
“Fair enough. Come tonight and we’ll discuss both your questions and the information you promised me.”
“Fine,” I give a nod before I stand. “I’ll go.”
“Good.” He stands too. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Tonight.” I walk around him, catching a whiff of his cologne. It reminds me of being pressed to the bed under his weight.
A memory I’m going to have to keep in check.
But my body gives a decided throb. At least I’m no longer relaxed, I’m primed with energy once again.
It just isn’t for fighting.
