“I know, Crewe.”
“So, can you leave tomorrow?”
“I still need to put in my two weeks’.”
“Why?” I demanded. “Just tell them you’re leaving.”
“What if one of your employees just got up and left?”
“I’d get over it and hire someone else. Life goes on.”
“Well, I don’t own a business, so I can’t afford that luxury. I need to be a good employee if I want to get a good job later down the road.”
“Don’t forget who you’re sleeping with,” I reminded her. “I can get you whatever job you want.” Even though I’d prefer it if she had no job at all.
“I’d rather get a job on my own, Crewe.”
I hated it when she didn’t need me. That clingy act she put on before was probably all for show, but I wish she would behave that way again. “Two weeks is too long.”
“You don’t have to stay. I can put most of my stuff on your plane then fly out on my own later.”
I didn’t want to return to Scotland without her. I didn’t want to sleep in that big bed alone. I wanted my woman protected in my arms and surrounded by the stone walls of my keep. “You’re really going to wait two weeks?”
“Yes.” She was just as stubborn as I was. Sometimes I respected it, and sometimes it just annoyed me.
When she didn’t leave me any other choice, I caved. All of this could have been avoided if I’d just pulled my head out of my ass sooner. We would already be in Scotland right now. “Fine. But you’re staying here with me. Move your stuff out of the apartment and hand over the keys.”
“And where do I put my things?”
“I’ll arrange for my men to fly it out so it’ll be ready when we get there. How does that sound?” That was the best compromise we were going to find.
“Good. And you’re going to stay here the whole time?”
I wasn’t leaving her again. “I can work from my laptop.”
“You said that already but didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes. I’m staying here.” I was going to make up for the past month in the next two weeks. I didn’t just want good sex like I had been having with my other lovers. I wanted the incredible passion I only experienced with London. Ever since I’d fallen in love with this woman, the sex had blown my mind. It didn’t matter how good Sasha was between the sheets—she couldn’t compare to London.
“Then I’ll get my stuff and talk to my landlord.”
I propped myself up on my elbow. “Great. Now we can talk about breakfast.”
“Yes!” She snatched the menu off the nightstand and flipped it open. “What are you getting?”
“Egg whites and a protein shake.”
She rolled her eyes. “Still boring as ever…”
“My body isn’t boring.”
She rolled her eyes again, but this time she smiled. She looked at the menu again. “I’m getting the French toast, bacon, and eggs. And a coffee. Oh, and an orange juice.”
“Then call it in.”
She lay on her stomach and grabbed the phone off the nightstand, her knees bent and ankles crossed as her feet rested near her ass. Her curves looked amazing in my t-shirt and her underwear.
My eyes honed in on her ass, and I was thinking about pulling her panties down so I could shove my cock into her pussy. I missed how wet it was. I’d been wearing condoms, and condoms sucked. My eyes couldn’t turn away as I listened to her call room service. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I hadn’t forgotten about the man who stopped by the apartment. I didn’t want to know the details, but I needed to hear them anyway. I needed to know that he meant nothing to her.
That she thought about me when she was with him.
Just as I thought of her when I was with Sasha.
And I needed to know there would be no one else besides the two of us—from here on out.
After we picked up her essentials at her apartment, we headed back to the room. She grabbed her scrubs for work, as well as the rest of her clothing and accessories. The second we walked back into the hotel room, I felt more at ease. Now that she was living with me, even if it was temporary, it felt the way it used to. We shared the same space together, the same bed and the same bathroom. The hotel didn’t feel like a castle, but it would do.
She put her stuff away in the closet and the drawers, and soon the bathroom counter contained her toothbrush and makeup bag. Her razor was in the shower, as well as the special shampoo she preferred to use on her long hair. Panties were placed in my underwear drawer.
It felt like home.
It was past noon, but I wasn’t hungry—at least not for food. I finally had this woman all to myself without any interruptions. If my phone rang, I could ignore it. Ariel thought I was here on business, and I would allow her to think that until I was ready to come clean.