“Now, he hasn't left your side since the night you all went to dinner.”
“Until now.”
“Yes, until now where he leaves you with a driver that is most definitely also a bodyguard and then he sends you to one of his own restaurants.” I look around the place. He owns this? Good, I was feeling a little guilty that I brought my puppy in. The place is really nice. James had already booked it and swore it would be fine if Bear came along.
“I went to other places.” I did. There was the coffee shop and a few small stores.
“Bet that driver followed you all the way.” She laughs while taking another bite of her food. I do the same.
“He didn't tell me he owned a restaurant.” I knew he was in investments. He buys and sells things. He didn't talk much about it. He always shrugs off work talk. He did talk a lot about his family. He is close with his parents. I find that endearing. They sound so proud of him.
“I'm sure he owns a lot of things here and there if he’s like Reed, which I’m really starting to think he is. Let’s hope he’s not the Reed who almost drove himself crazy wanting a girl he thought he could never have.” I smile. It all sounds really sweet if you think about it. It might not to others. I get Reed did a few out there things but in fairness, Tinsley and I did too in our push to get him to make a move. They have true love. I want that. I always have.
The only problem is that now the only person I want it with is James Weston. No one else will ever do.13JamesI push my chair back from my desk for the hundredth time this morning, frustrated. I run my hand down my face, trying to snap out of it. It’s impossible to concentrate on anything when my only thoughts are of Carly. That woman has put me under some sort of spell. Or has me crazy in love. One or the other. I’d go with the latter.
It was hard for me to tear myself away from her and Bear today. If I weren’t closing a deal that I’ve been working on for months, there is no way I would have left her. Most things can be done electronically these days, but this one needed my in-person attention. That means the quicker I get this shit done, the quicker I can get back to my girl. The only thing that’s keeping me sane right now is the fact that I can track her location. Thank God for technology.
Now I am done with the deal, but Carly is busy with Tinsley. Now I wait. I could be getting more work done, but all I did was read a few lines of something to drift off and have to go back and read them again. I run my tongue along the inside of my mouth, the taste of her gone hours ago. Didn't stop me from double checking. Remembering.
I close my eyes, sighing heavily before I push my chair back towards my desk and begin thumbing through the file that is currently sitting on top of it. I’m reading the damn thing, but my mind isn’t processing anything on the paper still. My thoughts keep wandering to how sweet Carly tasted when I sucked on her little pussy. How she had moaned my name and begged me for more. I reach down to adjust myself because this is not fucking helping me.
“Mr. Weston.” Robin’s voice cuts off my thoughts when it comes through the intercom. The lawyers must have arrived for our meeting. “Reed is out here. Should I let him come in?” I stand immediately and head toward the door. What the fuck is he doing here? Did something happen to Carly? He never comes to see me. Usually I’m the one that’s popping in to check on him. Which he’s always complaining about.
“Mr. Weston.” Robin asks just as I’m opening my office door.
“What are you doing here?” I immediately know that nothing is wrong by the way that asshole smiles at me.
“I can’t stop by to check up on my cousin.” That smile he’s wearing grows bigger.
“Robin, call a doctor because Reed is having some sort of unexplained mental status change, and he needs to be looked at immediately.” This time it’s Robin that lets out a small chuckle. Everyone knows Reed is a dick and doesn’t stop by to check up on anyone unless their name is Tinsley.
“Are you going to let me in or not?” I step back, extending my arm in invitation for him to enter my office. Still leery as to why he’s here.
“Call to check on me in twenty minutes. In case he’s here to murder me or something,” I tell Robin before closing my office door to more of her laughter. I stop for a moment wondering if it will bother Carly that I have a female assistant. I’ve known Robin most of my life. Her parents are friends with mine. She doesn't even need this job. She’s a trust fund baby, but she’d go crazy with nothing to do. She’s my right hand here. She's also been happily married to her wife for years now.