Gently, he strokes down my arm before backing away and going to his desk. The top drawer rolls back, and he retrieves something, holding it in his palm and then closing the drawer once more.
While he approaches, I spot a black, narrow, rectangular velvet box. The kind you get from a jeweler’s.
I stare at it, my heart already drumming as I wonder what that could be.
“I’ve been wanting to give you this.” His voice is low and melodic as he stops in front of me. He holds the box closer and pulls the top open until it snaps into place.
I gasp—a diamond solitaire pendant is what I’m seeing. The round stone is large and heavy looking as it dangles off a delicate white gold chain. Reflections of purple and blue gleam around the necklace as the diamond catches the light and bounces it off.
I shake my head at the sight. “Grant—”
“I’ve been wanting to give you something ever since we talked about your parents. You saying they did nothing to help—that they were part of what you wanted to forget.” He frowns. “I hated seeing you like that, so I want you to wear this.” He brings the pendant box closer to my hands. “I want you to wear this and think of me anytime you see it. And I want you to touch it in the moments I’m too far away to help you forget.”
“Oh, Grant.” My lip trembles in gratitude. He says softness isn’t his specialty, but when he acts like this, I can’t see anything else. Tentatively, I graze the pendant with my fingers, and a small tear blurs the piece of jewelry. “Thank you so, so much. I promise… I promise, I’ll always think of you.”
“My sweet enigma,” he whispers, taking it out of the box and unclasping it. “Allow me to put it on you?”
“Please do.”
With great care, he sweeps my hair back, clasping the necklace around my neck. My assumption was right. It is heavy. So weighted and cool against my skin that I have no choice but to remember Grant at all times. I love it.
A smile graces his face as he looks at it for a brief moment. “Absolute perfection,” he purrs. His mouth finds mine again, and he blesses me with the slowest, most tender kiss of my life. It leaves me slumping against his tall frame, my knees knocking against each other. I’m clinging to the lapels of his jacket, whispering his name when his cell phone buzzes against the desk.
He breaks the kiss, grunting, and I look over to see Mr. Franz’s name displaying on the screen.
Grant scoffs, pressing the button on the side to silence the call, then he shoves the phone far away. The device glides smoothly across the desk, stopping right before it crashes off the opposite end.
My brows furrow as I touch his face. “Are you sure you don’t need to get that?” Mr. Franz has become a rather important client to Grant. He usually cancels everything else if Mr. Franz wants to talk.
A groan slips out of my mouth as he harshly threads his fingers through the hair at the base of my neck and forces my head back.
“Yes,” he mutters, brushing his lips against mine. “Now stop thinking about business and fuck me.”
“Yes, sir.”
It’s the last thing I say before his lips find mine again, and he carries me to the couch.