“Miss Montgomery,” Gregor greeted before proceeding down the hall.
“Hello, Gregor. I already swept the house!” she shouted at his back.
It was no use. Taylor knew that he wasn’t listening. Ever since Collier’s betrayal, Gregor trusted no one. He always checked for himself, taking no one’s word for anything.
Victor smiled, revealing those sexy dimples, and walked over to Taylor.
“Is he ever going to call meTaylor?”
“Probably not.” Victor chuckled.
He grabbed Taylor by the waist and pulled her against his hard body. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her like he missed her. Taylor snaked her arms around his neck and held him tight as he greeted her the way she loved him to. Taylor expressed her pleasure with a moan. Victor tasted of mint and promise as he kissed her angst away.
Taylor groaned her disappointment when he eased his lips from hers. He looked down at her with a smile in his eyes. Taylor gazed up into his dazzling greens.
“Hey, baby,” she said softly.
“Hey, sweetness. I want to hear all about your first day back to work. But, first, I wanna get out of this suit.”
Reluctantly, Taylor released him when he took a step back. He ran his fingers through her thick, curly afro and kissed her forehead.
“I love your hair like this.”
The smooth, rumble of his deep voice sent chills down Taylor’s spine. “I know you do, bae.”
Victor smiled and gripped Taylor’s ass. “What’s for dinner? Did you cook?”
“I did,” Taylor said with a wide smile. “I made Beef Wellington.”
Victor stepped back and did a sexy Magic Mike roll while stripping teasingly out of his suit coat. “Awe, shit, girl! You cooked white people food for your man,” he chortled, playfully.
Taylor cracked up at his silliness. But he was right. She’d often teased him that Beef Wellington was rich, white people’s food. But it was his favorite, so she had perfected the recipe.
“You’re so silly, bae. Go on and get comfortable,” she ordered through laughter.
Gregor glared curiously as Victor danced past him. He turned to Taylor with a questioning glare.
“He’s nuts.” Taylor chuckled. “You gonna come inside for dinner?”
“I can’t. I need to secure the perimeter.”
Taylor crossed her arms and glared at him. “Gregor, you ain't a one-man security force. There’s a whole team out there. Now, come on and sit down.” Taylor could tell that he was engaged in an inner debate. “I insist,” she told him before the side that wanted to stand guard outside could win the debate.
“Alright, ma’am. Thank you,” he acquiesced.
Gregor removed his jacket and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. “May I help with something?” he asked.
“Yep. Grab a bottle of Pinot Noir from the rack. There’s a corkscrew in that drawer,” Taylors said, pointing to the drawer under the wine rack.
“Got it.”
“So, Gregor, since you’re being so compliant, do you think that you could call meTaylor?”
“Don’t push it, Miss Lady,” Gregor snickered with a raised eyebrow.
Taylor laughed and finished setting the table.
“I see she bullied you into staying for dinner,” Victor joked when he returned to the dining room.
