“Close that monstrosity.” I gently fold the binder shut. “You never have men in your life. Why not?”
“I don’t have time and it’s none of your business.”
“How long have you worked for me?”
“Feels like forever.”
“And in all that time, you’ve never once mentioned a partner.”
“Did you stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I’d want to keep a boyfriend miles and miles away from you?”
She’s got a fantastic point. I gesture at her with my glass. “And yet I don’t think that’s it.”
Silence falls. She hunches her shoulders and tucks the binder in her lap. “Honestly? I don’t have time.”
“Why not?”
“You know why. I work all day and at night I need to help around the house.”
“Now that you’re making even more money, you should have more freedom.”
“I do,” she admits, chewing the pen. It’s painful, watching her mouth and thinking how my cock would stretch her pretty lips wide. “But it’s hard, you know? Meeting someone.”
“Want me to introduce you to a friend?”
She snorts like that’s the dumbest idea ever. “I didn’t know youhadfriends.”
“I have hundreds of them.”
“You have acquaintances. But actual friends?”
Well fuck. That strikes too close to home. I lean toward her and put a hand on her thigh. “Easy, flower. That was a bit too insightful.”
“Sorry, if I crossed a line—“ Her eyes drop to where I’m touching her, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
“It’s alright. Honestly, you’re too good for all the scumbags I know.”
“Therein lies my problem.” A wistful smile. “But who cares about my nonexistent love life? You’re the one getting married. Are you nervous?”
“I don’t know.” My hand strokes up her leg. I shift closer, enticed by her scent, my pulse rocketing. She’s not pulling away. If anything, she’s leaning in. “I haven’t thought about it.”
“You’re walking down the aisle and you really haven’t thought about it?”
“She’s a partnership. Do you think about all your partners?”
“It’s a little sad, you know? Calling your future wife that.”
“If I were marrying you… what would you want me to call you?”
Her breath hitches. Fuck, she’s so sexy, it kills me. What am I doing right now, touching Deanna alone in my office? We’re supposed to be planning my wedding, and here I am, obsessing over her mouth and how I want to destroy it while I fill her so full she screams in pure bliss.
“Whoever I marry… I want him to put me before everyone else.”
“Is that love to you?”
“I don’t know what love is, honestly. It’s definitely not—“ She looks pointedly at my hand, which is now dangerously close to the binder covering her pussy.
I don’t bother moving it. “I can agree with that.”
