He takes hold of my chin and presses a lingering kiss to my lips. When he pulls back I let out a breathy sigh.
“So much for taking it slow,” I whisper.
He smirks at me and taking my hand we walk to the door. “By taking it slow I meant that I’ll at least wait a few days before I fuck you, Della.”
I gasp at his words as tingles race over my body. I should be upset with him but I can’t because I’m even more attracted to this domineering alpha-man than I was back in college.
When we get to the car, the driver opens the door with a smile.
“Morning, Peter.”
“Morning, Miss Truman.”
Last night I told him to call me Della, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.
Once we’re seated, Carter takes my hand, and like yesterday, he places it on his powerful thigh. His thumb gently caresses my fingers as he sits deep in thought.
Before I can think of something to break the silence, he says, “It’s Daniele’s birthday next month. I actuall
y missed four years of her life.”
I can’t even begin to imagine how he must feel and I have no words of comfort to offer. I really don’t think there are any.
He smiles at me. It’s not the reaction I expected. “I’m going to throw her a princess party.”
“She doesn’t have any friends here to invite. Maybe we should take her to the park, instead.”
“I’m not celebrating my daughter’s birthday in a park, Della. Besides, she has friends. I’ll invite the guys over. She needs to get to know her uncles.”
“At a princess party?”
“Yes, and they will fucking dress up for her.”
“If you say so.” I try to suppress the smile at the image of a bunch of men playing dress up.
***
CARTER
As we step inside the elevator, Della starts to play with her watch. I pull her hand away and interlace our fingers.
When the doors open she tries to free her hand but I only hold it tighter.
“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?” I ask as we walk past the offices.
“Of course not!” she snaps. “You know I don’t want people thinking I got this job because I’m sleeping with you.”
“Babe, if you were sleeping with me you wouldn’t be a graphic designer.” I grin seductively at her and it makes her face flush red. “You’d be head of the fucking department.”
“Good to know I can still sleep my way to the top,” she hisses.
As we round the corner, the asshole comes out of an office. When he sees me, he darts back inside the office.
I walk into Jaxson’s office and close the door behind us.
Jaxson gets up from his chair and walks around the desk.
“When are you going to redecorate this place?” I snap.