I took off my seat belt and slipped out of my suit jacket. “How do you know about Emily and me?”
“Did you honestly think my security team wasn’t going to show me the footage of you and her in my elevator?”
It took me a second to realize what he was talking about.
The night I’d walked into Jordan’s place and Emily was on the couch. When I’d offered to drive her home.
When I’d fucking gone down on her in the elevator.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “Tell me you deleted the footage?”
“It’s gone, don’t worry. But I’m going to ask the question again. When were you going to tell me about you and Emily?”
“This has been ...” Emily exhaled, glancing at the view through the wall of glass from our penthouse suite at the Cole and Spade Hotel in downtown Nashville. “Nothing short of amazing.”
As she sat next to me on the couch, wearing the red dress she wouldn’t let me buy, my hand slipped behind her neck. While she was focused on the scenery of the city, I looked down her body, my view far more perfect. The dress cupped her tits, tucking most of them in like a pocket, and then showed off the flatness of her stomach and widened just enough for her hips before it ended at the middle of her thighs. It would be a fucking miracle if we made it to the dinner I had planned and I didn’t just eat her instead.
“The trip isn’t over yet,” I told her.
“I don’t want it to end.” She finally left the windows to look at me. “I’ve had the best time with you.”
My lips went to her hair, and I breathed her in while I kissed her. “You know, it doesn’t have to end.”
“You mean I can permanently run away from all my responsibilities?” She laughed. “Goodbye, rent. Goodbye, other bills. I won’t miss you.” Sheshook her head, and that was when my lips lifted off her. “God, that sounds extremely tempting.”
My fingers spread across the back of her neck. “When you move in with us, you won’t need two jobs. You won’t need any job unless you want to keep them. So yes, Emily, you can run from all of it. And you can run straight to my place.”
She searched my eyes. “When I move in with you ...” Her voice trailed off, silence filling the room for several seconds. “Are you asking me to move in?”
“You’re basically living with us now. How often are you at your apartment? A couple of times a week? If that?”
She turned her whole body toward me and took a drink of her wine. “Gavin ...”
“You could keep your job with Dr. Kaplan if you really want to and pull back from the rehab center.” I opened the front flap of my sports coat as I twisted on the couch to face her straight on. “I’m sure Dr. Kaplan would let you work as many times a week as you want. And that way, you’d get to treat kids, just like your plan was all along. But again, only if you want to. You don’t have to.”
Her chest rose as she took several deep breaths. “You just unloaded a suitcase the size of a dumpster.”
I chuckled. “I know . . .”
She searched my eyes. “Do you, though?”
“We need to talk.” I let that sink in. “After the conversation I recently had with my brother, it became apparent.”
“What conversation?” Her brows rose.
I took a long drink of my scotch. “Jordan asked when I was going to tell him about us. I had no idea how he knew, since I hadn’t said anything to him. That’s when he proceeded to tell me about the security cameras in his private elevator. Apparently, there’s footage of me getting on my knees and licking your pussy.” Her eyes began to widen. “Considering that happened a while ago, he’s been sitting on this news for quite a bit.” I wasn’t going to drop the engagement bomb. I didn’t think I needed to.
“Gavin,What?” She put her hands over her face. “Your brother saw you? Doingthatto me? I’m about to die right now.”
“He deleted the footage, don’t worry.”
“But he saw it.” Her hands dropped while I nodded, then instantly returned to her face. “Yep. I seriously want to die.”
I pulled her fingers away. “Listen to me, I’ve walked in on my brother during a threesome. I’ve seen the dude doing plenty of shit over the years. This isn’t something you need to worry about.”
“I know you think you’re helping, but you’re not.”
“The man is practically married, which means he saw the footage, he immediately deleted it, and he waited for me to tell him about us. I didn’t, and that’s the fucked-up part about this. I should have told him, Emily.”
