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“Mmm, glutton.” I lean down, kissing her. “Do you want to take a nice warm bath?”
“Later.”
“What do you want to do, Presley?”
She places her hand against my bare chest, dragging it down slowly. “You.”
I smile. “That is certainly a better option than the bath.” I swing my legs off the bed, removing my shoes and pants before crawling back in bed, pulling her into my arms.
“My flight leaves tomorrow morning at nine so I probably shouldn’t stay up too late.”
“No, it doesn’t. I have my private plane. We’re going to spend the rest of the week exploring the city.” I kiss her neck. “Exploring each other.”
“I love you,” she says softly, and I pull back to look at her.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too and I’m sorry I didn’t say it back when you first told me. I’m sorry I pushed you away. You were right, about everything. I shouldn’t have let shit that happened to my dad determine my future. I can’t thank you enough for being honest with me about all that, for just calling me out on it.”
“I know I didn’t do it very gracefully. I was hurt and angry, but it was just because I knew we were meant to be together and you couldn’t see it yet.”
“I knew too, sweetheart; I was just scared.”
“Cyrus Gates—scared?”
“Let’s keep that between us.”
“Wait, so what happened with the deal? You said you walked away?”
I slide my hand between her thighs, swirling my tongue around her nipple. “Let’s talk about all that later. Right now, all I want to do is get lost in your body.”
* * *
I sip my coffee, looking down at Presley who’s still fast asleep. Her long auburn hair is splayed across the pillow.
In my hand, my phone buzzes, Ken Felps’ name on the screen. I step out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me softly as I answer the phone.
“Cyrus, hi. Sorry to call so early but this can’t wait. We were never going to go with Peter; that deal wasn’t seriously on the table.”
Just like I knew they would, they come crawling back.
“We only wanted, want, to do business with you. What can we do here, Cyrus?”
I let him linger for a second. “Take out all the contingencies. No morality clause. I get to fire the board, and stay the fuck out my business. I know how to run my company.”
“Done. I’ll get you a new contract by close of business tomorrow. Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal,” I say, hanging up the phone.
“Everything okay?” I turn to see Presley dressed in my t-shirt, her hair mussed as she wipes her eyes.
“Perfect. I made you a coffee,” I say, motioning toward the machine with her espresso.
“Thank you.” She grabs the coffee, coming over to stand beside me as we look out the windows. “What was that about?”
“Ken at Meridian, groveling. Begging me to take the deal.”
