“Thank you.”
“Is my back like that, Mama? Is it paint?” Emma asks, turning back to Gigi.
Gigi swallows, her face turning away. “No, M&M, your back is different.”
“M&M?” Killian asks. “That’s a great name.”
“I like Rush’s name,” she says, turning to smile at me. She might be the cutest kid I’ve ever seen. “I think it means fast.”
“How old is she?” I ask Gigi. She’s a peanut of a thing, but her words…
“She’ll be four in two weeks,” Gigi answers, before she reaches out to Emma, beckoning the child. “Time to go back to bed.”
Emma juts out her lip. “But I want to talk to my new friend.”
Gigi’s eyes widen, before she moves past me and quietly takes Emma’s hand. “Another time.”
Killian stands, towering over Gigi and Emma. “I’m Killian Smith.”
“This is my new assistant, Gigi Hope,” I say, coming to stand next to Gigi. If Gris is devoted to Arabella, Killian is completely and utterly pussy-whipped by his wife, Chloe.
But something about this little bonding session between Killian and Emma has me feeling possessive all over again. Without meaning to, my hand comes to that strip of bare skin on Gigi’s back. I glance back, the swell of her ass below my hand makes my cock rise in my trousers.
She gives me a quick side glance, before she scoops Emma up. “I’ll be up for a few more hours if there is anything else you need.”
I don’t respond outwardly. Inwardly, however, dirty thoughts of how I need to hear her scream my name make my cock even harder as she disappears into her apartment, the door closing behind her, the click of the lock echoing down the hall.
“Well,” Gris says as he stares at the door, “Ms. Hope is most definitely making an impression.”
I look over at him, my gaze narrowing.
“Seems nice,” Killian offers. “And her daughter might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Are you all right, Killian?” I ask, actually concerned. Has he lost his mind?
“Chloe is pregnant,” he offers. “I think I’d like a little girl.”
“Shit,” Gris rumbles. “That’s huge.”
I let out a long-irritated breath. “If our bonding session is done, I’ve got seven more multi-page documents to comb through before I go to bed.”
“It’s not,” Gris says, gesturing for me to open my door. “We’d like a word.”
“About?”
“Ms. Hope.”
My shoulders stiffen. “She’s none of your business.”
“I disagree,” Gris gestures for me to open my door. “And what I have to say, you are most certainly going to want to hear.”
“I’m not sleeping with her, if that’s what you’re asking.” All three of us know that I want to be, though.
“With your attitude lately, I assumed you weren’t.” Gris glares at me.
“Grumpy,” Killian adds.
“Both of you can fuck off.” I lead the way into my apartment. It’s four times the size of the one that Gigi is in, with sweeping views, large open spaces, and amazing views of the city.
