“No. I’ll talk to him. His family is still a big client, and you’ll fuck things up.”
“Hello,” I snapped, annoyed. I hate it when they have private conversations when I’m standing right here.
“Sorry.” Nate walks over and takes me into his arms. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. A little freaked out is all. What’s going on? Who’s Owen?”
“The guy who lives two floors down throws ragers every weekend. Once in a blue moon, some cocksucker who is either too drunk or high rides the elevator up to the top and thinks my place is his.”
I smirk. “Probably wishing you had your own elevator right about now, don’t you?”
He shakes his head, rolling his eyes, knowing I’m just kidding.
“Come here, my sweet angel baby. Good girl.” Skye runs over, tail wagging, ready for a treat. “You were protecting Mommy, weren’t you?”
“She hates that baby voice, you know,” Leo says in passing.
“I’ve tried to tell her.”
“I’m her mom, I know what she likes.”
Nate lifts me from the ground. “Bedtime.”
I kiss Leo’s cheek good night, then stop at the top steps to look back at the front door.
“I’m going to put the alarm on now, don’t worry.”
“I’m not.” But it’s a lie.
Between the feeling I had a couple of days ago and now this, I’m feeling freaked out.
29
A Few Weeks Later
Nate
“Good morning,Linc. I hope you had a nice weekend.” Maddie smiles as we walk into the office, hand in hand.
To anyone who knows her well, she’s being fake as hell, but she’ll never show him her real hand.
Linc’s eyes roam over her leather skirt and knee-high boots until he sees me glaring at him and snaps his eyes away.
I know she looks good, asshole, but she’s mine.
That damn skirt is the reason we’re late this morning. When she walked downstairs, all I could see was the tight maroon leather hugging all her curves.
In ten seconds flat, her legs were around her ears.
It was the first time since owning M-Squared that I wanted to instill a suit-only dress code.
“Hello,” Linc grumbles.
Every part of me wanted his background check to come back with something incriminating, but it was clean as a whistle.
He does some weird fucking shit on the weekends, but other than sitting around circle jerking his roommates, he’s got nothing on him.
“Is he still giving you trouble?”
