Drew stops before me, his eyes drinking in all of me in appreciation.
I suppress my shiver.
For a brief moment I imagine him cupping the back of my neck and kissing me painfully as I groan against his lips.How he’d drag me into the elevator, punch the button, then strip me naked before reaching my penthouse.
“Mrs.Ford.”
Shit.
Get it together.
“I have a hair appointment this morning.”I start to step around him, but he blocks my path.
“You have a legal obligation.Don’t make this difficult.For either of us,” Drew snaps.
Can he hear himself?
How is this difficult for him?
I’m the one who is out of her league.I’m the one losing my mind by wondering how thick his cock is behind his damn zipper.
“Drew, please.”I attempt to get around him because I cannot look into those steel-blue eyes while my panties are this wet.“I will—”
“Gemma.”He leans in, and I can’t breathe.“You do not want to cross me.”
I swallow as he straightens and glances around the luxurious lobby.
“Legal action will tie you up for twelve months and more.Do you want to lose your apartment?”
“Penthouse,” I snarl.
He lifts a brow.
Motherfucker.
“Why did you walk out?”Drew demands.
I glance around, not wanting to have this conversation here.
“Your comment was derogatory and inappropriate.I have a right to know what you are doing with Open Leaf.”
His brow slightly lifts, and I hate that we both know I’m wrong.
“Fine, I don’t.But I want you to include me.”
“Then talk to me.Do not run off and gaslight me like you’ve done the past few days.”Drew slides his hands into his pockets as even more shame ascends on me.As if he’s aware, he glances around, then turns back, locking our gazes.“Go to your hair appointment and take the rest of the day, but Gemma, I expect you in my office first thing tomorrow morning.”
I let out a sigh.
“Do we have an agreement?”
“Yes,” I nod, chagrined.“Oh, no, sorry, my daughter has an appointment in the morning, so I will be there at ten.”
It is a medical appointment, so I’m not moving it for anyone.Drew stares at me for a long minute, his gaze wild like the ocean.
“I’m not in the habit of moving my itinerary for absent business partners and three-year-olds.Don’t make me regret it.”
It’s not until he’s out the door that I wonder how he knew how old Zoe was.
