“I didn’t show you. I completely forgot.”
“I used to run back home or just walk everywhere, so I could use a treadmill.”
“We’ll go in an hour. I have a call to make.” He stands and tosses his garbage away. Then bends down and takes my lips. “See you in a bit.”
I get up and clean my mess then head into the bedroom to change. Most of my clothes could pass for workout clothes, yoga pants and tank tops are my specialty. I used one of the few dresses I own the day at the clinic. I switch up my clothes, put on a sports bra and scroll through my phone.Chapter 5GrantThe second I leave the kitchen, I miss her. I can’t believe how quickly I slipped up. I almost deepened the kiss and carried her out of the room to show her what she’s done to me. I can’t help myself, but I want to spend time with her.
I sit at my desk and get down to business, calling my usual guy when I want someone researched. “Mitch, anything on that fucker yet?”
“We believe we’ve got the guy down that you’re talking about. Henrick Gore. He’s twenty-one and his father owns the local mercantile store in Almont. He’s actually a computer game developer in the making. His new game just hit the market and it’s a top hundred game for Android and IOS systems.”
“Bastard.” So the fucker can afford to give her what she wants as well.
“What else?” I need to know everything I can about him.
“He booked a flight here for a conference in a couple of days.”
“Anything else?” Shit. So he will be around, looking for his fiancé. I didn’t see a ring on her finger, but the message came from her mother. A mother she doesn’t like. Maybe the boyfriend knows about the surrogacy. It would explain why she hasn’t told her mother about it. Shit. I’m losing it. I breathe deeply because I’m not going to let him come between us. The contract’s to keep her here until I can get her to fall in love with me.
“From his social media profile, I’d say he’s not the typical gamer. Unless he bench presses his sofa between loading screens.” He sends me a picture of this asshole on my phone and I snarl. He’s got to be about my size and looks like he spends more hours in the gym than I do.
“Okay. Get me everything you can. Especially where the fucker is staying.”
“Okay. Is there any threat?” There’s concern in his voice, but this guy is my problem.
“Not after I get through with him.”
My office door opens and takes me by surprise. I dart my eyes upward, hoping my woman didn’t hear my conversation. “I’ve got to go.” I hang up and she blushes, looking so damn perfect that I want to jump around to the other side of the desk and take her again.
“I’m sorry. I should have knocked.” Damn, do I look mad? I’m not. Seeing her in those tight pants and tank top makes my cock throb, painfully.
“It’s okay, Doll. What’s going on?” I question, watching her fidget on her feet.
“Well…um. I’m sorry, but I just got my…period.” She blushes.
“Oh. Do you need to go to the store?” Well, that’s a little disappointing, but immediately that makes our time together even longer.
“No, I packed enough for this month. I’m just sorry.” She’s acting like that’s something to be ashamed of.
“What’s there to be sorry about? It’s not like we really planned this. Just let me know when we can start again.” Fucking shit. Is it crazy that I don’t give a shit that she’s bleeding because I still want to be inside her? It’s completely nuts, but she’s done that to me. “Do you still want to work out?”
“If you want. It will make me feel better.”
“Great. I’ll go change right now.” I get up from my chair and thankfully, she’s already turned around and walking out of my office. I adjust my cock and walk to the bedroom.
When I step into the living room, she’s standing there facing away from me with her round ass on display. I’m glad I put on a slightly longer t-shirt. I hope no one’s in there. “Ready?”
She nods and follows me out into the hallway. With my key, I take my personal elevator down two floors. The doors open to the large glass doors that lead to the gym’s reception area. Since it’s late evening, there’s hardly anyone here.
“Hello, Mr. Masterson.”
“Lisa, this is Gwendolyn.”
“Welcome, Gwendolyn. I hope you like it here.” I take her hand and lead her around to give her a tour. As I round out the tour, I lead her to the treadmills. I want to stay with her, but then I see Sheila or Cheryl. I don’t remember her name, but it never stops her from flirting with me. “Here you go. I’ll be by the weights.”