“Go? Go where?”
He offers me his hand, and I slip mine into his as he pulls me to stand and wraps his arms around my waist. “I told you I was going to date you. So I’m taking you for dinner.”
“You’re taking me for dinner?” We walk out of my office, and Grace raises her eyebrow at me as we pass her desk.
“I am.” Leo jabs his finger at the button to call the elevator.
“Enjoy.” Grace rests her head on her hand, watching us leave.
“We will.” He guides me into the elevator and I wordlessly follow.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t you worry about that.” He kisses my crown as the doors to the elevator close, and I catch Grace grinning like a fool at me. “I told you; relax and let me look after you.”
When we exit the elevator and step into reception, it’s as if everyone stops what they are doing and watches as Leo ushers me to the exit, his hold on me never wavering as he opens thedoor to his Aston Martin and I sink into the passenger seat. He rounds the car and effortlessly slips in the driver's side and reaches for my hand, placing it on his thigh. He switches on the car and pulls away from the curb, the soft purr of the engine doing nothing to settle the rampant beats of my heart.
“I left my bag in my office,” I say, panicked.
“Rebecca has already picked it up and is dropping it off along with mine while we’re out.” He switches lanes and encases my hand with his much larger one.
“Oh, what about—”
“The meeting prep for the Featherstone brothers?” he cuts me off. “I’ve already written notes and emailed them to you to go through in the morning.”
“And—”
“I’ve gone through the financials and sent them to the accountants in London and New York. So just relax.” His gaze quickly flicks to mine. “I’ve got you.”
All I can do is stare across at the man who up until a few weeks ago I thought was just my little brother’s quirky, funny best friend. But the reality is he is so much more than that. He has so many more layers than he lets everyone else see.
“Thank you.”
“You have nothing to thank me for. Just get used to me taking care of things for you.”
“But I don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand?” He pulls to the side and switches off the engine, and I remove my hand, chewing nervously on my thumbnail.
“Why are you doing these things?”
“If you are going to trust me enough to hand over your control to me in the bedroom”—he pulls my hand away from my mouth and drops a kiss to my knuckles—“I need you to trust me outside of it first.”
Chapter 39
Leo
“Pink or blue?”
The girl behind the counter holds up two balls and Ria grins at me. “Mini golf?”
“What? Scared I’ll beat you?” Snaking my hand around her hip and pulling her close to me, I kiss her cheek.
“As if. Pink, please.” She smiles sweetly at the girl who passes her the pink ball and golf club before she passes me the blue set.
“You’re on.”
“I play to win.” She bumps her hip against mine and slips out of my hold.
