The silver and gold cuff links and selection of expensive watches went in another small metal case with a lock.
I was securing the clasps on the last suitcase when a shadow darkened the bedroom door.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
38
GRAYSON
Ichugged the last of my black tea then headed to the elevator. My self-discipline was hanging by a thread. The lack of sleep and the unsatiated lust were sending me into a death spiral to self-destruction.
This upcoming meeting was to discuss a potential buyout of a European energy company. The deal was being discussed in all the global business news publications and was a topic of conversation in the political realm as well. I was going to be meeting with politicians and cabinet members. Shit, representatives from the French military and the US military were going to be in attendance. It was the biggest meeting of my entire life.
And all I wanted to do was skip it so I could spend time with Lexi.
No, so you can fuck Lexi.
The inexperienced virgin.
If she didn’t run around handing out stickers and compliments to people, I would have thought she was a plant from a competitor to sabotage me.
If she was, it was working. She was all I could think about.
Not the meetings, not brushing up on my German, not reviewing the names of the important people I would be meeting.
After the last discussion in the office before my employees all left to prepare for the flight, I had prowled around, pretending like I was doing a last-minute review of the material, when really I wanted to find Lexi, drag her into a storage closet, and fuck her until I could think again.
But she had already left.
Now I was going to have to spend the next week without her. As torturous as it was to have her near me but not be able to touch her, not having her around at all was going to be unbearable.
I headed back to my penthouse to shower before I had to make the flight. A lesser man might intend to sleep on the plane, but not me. I had meetings planned during the overnight flight to Europe.
That’s when I saw her.
I watched her giggle and laugh as the man with the blond dreadlocks bowed to her.
She looked around furtively, slipped on her shoes, and slipped inside the building.
Fury. I was filled with it.
She’s mine.
“You should have fucked her. Now she found someone else. She doesn’t belong to you,” I growled to myself.
But she did.
And if I saw her in my penthouse alone, I was going to lose it.
Control yourself.
It was impossible.
I forced myself to drive away.
You can’t keep driving.
Yes, I could. I could just go to the airport and get on the plane.
