“You’re dating a thug,” he scoffed. He opened the door to our lobby.
“I’ll make sure to inform Mr. Hernandez of your thoughts.”
“Go ahead. I’ll tell him. You are a whiny little bitch. We have work to do, and you’re bothering us. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He held the door to his office open for me, and we walked in before closing the door on my guard.
“Take a seat. I’m sorry for being so rude to that asshole, but the whole damn idea that he thinks he can boss me and my staff around is incredible.”
“I truly am sorry about it.”
“It’s not a problem. I spoke with Diego this morning. He asked if it was acceptable and I agreed, so that dickhead’s attitude was unnecessary.”
“Oh.”
“So we have a couple of meetings today. I’ve sent you their last-minute requests. If you could draft up the standard proposals, that would be great.”
“Of course. I’ll have them ready before each meeting for your approval.” We finished our brief morning conference and then I snagged a cup of coffee before going into my office. I’d only just logged in when I received a large bouquet of roses at my desk.
“These came.”
“Thank you, Walters,” I said.
“Yes, Miss.” He left with a nod, scowling at my guard as he passed by him.
I opened the card and read it.These are as red as your lips the night we met. Until we see each other tonight. -D
I smiled and set the card down because Mr. Keaton had his first meeting at ten, which meant I had forty minutes to finish the project, give him time to review, and revise.
The rest of the day went smoothly and as soon as it was time to leave, my guard walked me out and I was met by a handsome Diego in a black suit, staring at me with sensual eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“To go out to dinner.” He opened the door and helped me into the SUV.
“Dinner?” I asked as I sat back against the plush leather.
Diego slid in beside me, and my guard closed the door. “Are you too tired?” He ran his hand down my arm.
“No, I just didn’t expect it.”
“I want to show you off to the world, Elizabeth.”
“What about when this thing between us ends?” I questioned, needing to know what he wanted from me.
He scoffed and shook his head. “You have to know that I’m not letting you go again.” He dragged me against him and crushed my mouth against his lips.
“Then show me off.”
“Gladly.” The dinner was magnificent, and we drew a lot of attention from people. I swore I spotted some cameras, but maybe that was just my imagination.
“I have to work tomorrow, so I should probably head home.”
“How about I escort you there and collect some of your things so you can stay at the condo with me?” I smiled because I loved that idea very much.
****
Three weeks later, my stomach lurched and I ran to the restroom. I barely made it there before I lost the breakfastDiego’s chef had made for me. Dang, I guessed I didn’t like Chilaquiles as much as I thought I did.
I stepped out of the ladies’ room and returned to the main reception area of the executive floor. My heels came to an abrupt stop when a man in a black suit turned to face the sound. His dark brown eyes met mine, and a sense of unease sent the hair on my arms standing on end. Although I didn’t know the man, something about him seemed familiar.
