It’s time to get ready for the next part of my day.
“Hi.”Natasha’s smile is cheerful, with just a little sleepiness added. Which is appropriate, since she spent about a hundred and sixty thousand dollars over the course of three hours this afternoon.
My accountant called me, concerned that the card had been stolen.
I told him to approve every single charge.
She’s just stepped out of the SUV and moves right into my arms, presses her head to my chest, and hugs me close.
“Did you have fun, Angel?”
“More than I should have,” she says with a laugh. “Those two girls areenablers. Don’t ever ask them if you should get something because the answer is immediatelyyes, and you should get it in every color. I have a bag on order at Chanel because I loved the style but not the color, so it’s coming from a store in New York. Should be here in a couple of days.”
“Excellent. I’m glad you had a good time.” I brush her hair behind her ear and lean in to kiss her perfect bee-stung lips. “Now, I need you to come upstairs so I can get your opinion on something.”
With my woman tucked into my side, I lead Natasha to the elevator. When we’re alone inside, I press her against the wall, push my hands in her hair, and kiss the fuck out of her.
She whimpers and clings to me, giving as good as she gets, and when the doors open again, we’re both panting, and I’m wishing I still had a bed in the penthouse.
“Come on, before I boost you up and fuck you in my elevator.”
“Yourelevator?” she asks, walking next to me.
“I own the building.” I kiss the back of her hand, and then she looks around, and her blue eyes widen in surprise.
“Julian.”
“This is what I need your advice on.”
“It’s empty. It’s just walls and concrete.”
Nodding, I pull her deeper into the penthouse. “There were too many bad memories for you in here, so it all had to go. You’ll be meeting with someone named MaryBeth to go over designs. You’ll make this into whatever pleases you, since you didn’t get the opportunity at the mansion, although we can change anything that you don’t like there too. I want you to be comfortable wherever we are, and there will be times that we’ll be staying here.”
“I don’t know anything about decorating a penthouse. This place is massive.”
“It’s actually not that big. Only about five thousand square feet.”
“That sounds pretty big, if you ask me. Wait, how many square feet is the mansion?”
I can’t keep my lips, or my hands, off this woman. I kiss the top of her head and drag my hand down her back.
“About twenty thousand.”
“Fortwo people, Julian? That’s nuts.”
“It won’t always just be the two of us.”
Her gaze whips up to mine and I shrug.
“You want more kids?” she asks, so surprised that it makes me smile.
“I’m not that old, Angel. Men in their forties have kids all the time.”
“It’s not that.” She shakes her head and strolls away from me. I don’t like that she’s out of reach, but I can see that her mind is whirling, so I give her the space she needs to process. “I know you’re not too old for children, I’m just surprised because you have Elliott, and I didn’t think you’d want to start all over again. I had prepared myself to not have any kids.”
I shove my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach out for her.
“I didn’t think I would ever remarry or have more children,” I reply honestly and watch as her cheeks darken.
