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Okay, so I’d been determined to avoid the man and his possessive nature, but it was getting tougher every day. I wrapped my hand around my glass of wine, thankful my laptop screen had reappeared. Before something else happened, I quickly brought up my email, sending Easton the pages of what I’d written. Then I crossed my fingers, hoping that he would like them.
“Who were you talking to, my little fawn?” His deep voice had the same effect over me as always. I was instantly aroused.
“Josie, reminding me graduation is tomorrow.” I huffed. “She doesn’t like you very much. Although she found you sexy; she was the one who brought you an apple.”
“Maybe it was poisoned.”
“I saw you take a bite.”
His slight smirk turned into a smile. “It almost sounds like you’re jealous.”
I shrugged but that was the truth. He’d caught me red-handed. “Her father is an important man.”
“An old enemy of my father’s. They go way back. The odd thing is that they used to be friends.”
“I doubt Josie knows that.”
“A lot of people don’t, Sara. Don’t take her anger or concern to heart. Her father has skated his way into office on the coattails of underlings and all those saplings eager to find a new messiah. She needs to believe in him and I can’t blame her. Neither should you. He’s in his element when he can control a room, let alone destroying families and reputations. The Saint brothers are used to it.”
There was no anger in his tone, just a matter-of-fact attitude as if he was used to the scrutiny. “I wish I could be so cavalier. I thought she was my friend.”
“I think she’s trying to be because her father is poisoning her mind against me. Stop worrying. You also need to stop trying to fight my battles, little fawn. There is no need. I’m a big boy. But I do appreciate the concern.”
“I know. I’m not fighting your battles, Easton. You’re right that you’re a big boy with bigger toys but I don’t like how this feels. If her father is doing this to get re-elected then it pisses me off.”
“My sweet girl. You will always find a politician determined to fight crime syndicates to get re-elected. It’s the course of business.”
“But you’re not everybody. You’re special.”
“Something else I adore about you. You wear your heart on your sleeve.” Just the way he allowed his heated gaze to drift ever so slowly down the length of my legs was enough to turn me into putty.
“What about graduation?” Changing the subject seemed like a good idea. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Does that mean I can go?” I noticed he was lingering in the doorway, studying me as if uncertain who the hell I was.
“I’ll take you. I’m very sorry your parents couldn’t be here. The offer still stands. I’d be happy to bring them out.”
“No!” I was heavy on the emphasis for a second time. “I really do appreciate it but even if they could come, they would drive you nuts with their conservative attitudes.” I tried to laugh off the moment, but I sensed he was picking through every word I said. My thoughts drifted back to Josie’s insistence we talk. What was her father up to at this point? “I hope I didn’t interrupt you while working.”
“Of course not. What were you doing?”
“Well,” I said, half cringing. “I wrote the sex scene for the book.” I closed my eyes for a few seconds, finally opening one. And peering at him.
His eyes lit up, a smile finally crossing his face. “You did? I’ll be very eager to read it. Good girl.”
I don’t know if it was relief flowing through me or it was because he’d just used his ‘good girl’ phrase again, but I was quivering inside, my nipples aching. Okay, I knew the real reason why. Him. The man standing in front of me with the thick hair, the kind any woman would want to run her fingers through as he thrust his cock deep inside.
Oh, boy. Nothing good was going to come out of drinking the copious amount of wine I’d planned on. Too bad he didn’t have any chocolate ice cream in his refrigerator, or I’d be set for a night of debauchery. Oh, who was I kidding? Jesus. I hadn’t noticed he hadn’t shaved the entire time we’d been working, the sexy shadow of man fur covering his face forcing me to lick my lips.
Why did the man have to look hotter than normal in black jeans and an obsidian tee shirt that hugged his chest as if it was part of his skin? My mouth was dry, my mind certainly not on business at this point. And every time he used the phrase, I was pulled into a giddy little state of mind, which was ridiculous.
“I hope so. You’ll need to check to make certain you received it. My computer is on its last legs.”
“Ummm… that just won’t do.”
“What?”
