I pushed the door closed with my foot and placed the food on his desk before sitting sideways on his lap. Before I could get comfortable, his lips were on mine.
“This was very thoughtful of you, so I won’t address you leavingThe Compound,” he said when our lips parted.
“I didn’t leave alone, and Papa Rush won’t let anything happen to me.”
“I know, that’s why I’m letting it go. What did you bring me?”
“You’re favorite, of course. A chicken salad sandwich on a butter croissant.”
“Damn. A visit from you and my favorite sandwich from OC Grill. You made my day, baby. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
We shared another kiss before I stood and went to the other side of his desk to remove our food from the bag. He grabbed two bottles of water from the small fridge next to his desk and handed me one.
“You must be feeling good today,” he said.
“Better than I’ve felt since the incident.”
“That’s good to hear. Have you thought about calling the therapist Rue gave you?”
“I have, and I will when I’m ready to talk. I think I’m ready to go back to work, though.”
“The paperwork Rue brought home for you isn’t keeping you busy?” he questioned.
“It keeps me busy for a few hours a day, but it’s boring when that’s all I’m doing.”
“You can go back when I take care of Preston.”
“But—”
“Rose, until he’s no longer a problem, I don’t feel comfortable with you being anywhere but atThe Compoundunless you’re with me.”
“Don’t you and Rocky have some of your men guarding the place?”
“We do, but that doesn’t change my stance.”
“Fine.”
We ate in silence for a minute before he asked, “What are your plans for the rest of the afternoon? Is GP coming back to pick you up?”
“I hadn’t thought that far. I was only worried about how I would get here.”
“If you want to hang with me for the rest of the day, just say that, baby. I can think of something we can do to fill the time.”
“I bet I know exactly what you have in mind because you’re nasty.”
“I’m not nasty. I’m in love, and I love doing nasty things with the woman I love.”
“Speaking of doing nasty things . . . I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Did you have sex with anyone while we were apart?”
“You want the truth?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
