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Chapter 11
Ineed to get some clothes,” Mila announced as she settled on the couch in Kole’s office. She couldn’t walk around wearing Kole’s clothes forever. She thought it strange that a man of his stature didn’t have extra women’s clothes at his place. She would think a sex god like him would have spare clothes lying around.
“I’ll have someone bring you some. And, we need to change your hair,” he said as he sat behind his desk. She would have to give it to him, his office was beautiful. It was masculine in décor, and the large windows behind his desk allowed him to look out into the shipping yard.
“I’ve always wanted to go blonde. Maybe a blonde wig?” she asked, crossing her legs. She laughed at the sight she must have made. Old college T-shirt, too big sweatpants and killer heels. She pulled her shoes off and flexed her toes.
“Even though I love your hair the color it is, that’s a great idea,” Kole said, reaching for the phone on his desk. He spoke briefly to someone on the phone, before pausing to ask for her shoe and clothing size. Within minutes, he completed his call.
“I didn’t see many people here today. Is the yard closed?” she asked. She knew that the fewer people to see her, the better.
“With it being the weekend, there’s really no use in opening unless we have to. There’s nothing on the schedule today, so it should only be my security.” He leaned back in his chair and gazed at her.
She stood from the couch and walked toward the windows, gazing out over the industrial yard that seemed to go on for miles. The clear blue water was enticing from where she stood. She could see a few piers along the coast, for what she imagined ships used to come in.
“What is all of this?” She waved to the scenery. The sound of Kole’s chair scraping against the hardwood floors filled the air. His arms came from behind and drew her back against him.
“Belotov Shipping is home to one of the largest container terminals on the East Coast. We sit on over three hundred acres with state of the art cranes to move the containers.” The warm feel of him behind her was a distraction.
“Why the train tracks?” she asked, noting the tracks on the ground.
“Companies can use the trains to bring their materials they need, shipped all over the world.”
“And all of this is yours?” she asked, staring out over the bay. The sight of the machines, cranes, and metal storage containers was overwhelming. No wonder her brother wanted to control it.
“It sure is. Handed down to me by my father,” he murmured, running the tip of his tongue along the lobe of her ear, eliciting a shiver down her spine.
“Impressive.”
His phone ringing filled the air. He pulled away from her to answer it, and she instantly missed the warmth of him as he spoke to whoever was on the line.
What was this thing between them?
She got the best sleep she’d had in a while with him by her side. Even though they had only gotten a few hours of sleep, it was a good, solid one. She had awoken to find herself wrapped up in his arms, feeling safe and secured.
“I need you to go hide in the bathroom,” he announced, disconnecting the phone call.
She ripped her eyes off the scenery and nodded. She understood that they must remain discreet. She tiptoed to the bathroom in his office, leaving the light out and the door open by a slit. No one would see her unless they stood and stared at the bathroom door.
There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Kole called out.
She held her breath as she watched a tall blonde walk in wearing a trench coat and extremely high heels, carrying a duffle bag.
“Good morning,” the woman greeted Kole with a husky voice. Mila rolled her eyes. Did the raspy phone sex operator voice really work on men?
“Morning. Did Viviana send over what I asked for?” he asked the woman.
Who the hell was Viviana? Mila racked her brain, trying to figure out who the hell it could be, and then it hit her. Madame Viviana. She was known in the underground world as the Madame to a stable of whores that was sought out by the wealthiest of customers.
Out of all the options he could have chosen, he called a Madame to bring her clothes?
What the hell?
She focused back on the pair and her mouth dropped open. Blondie had removed her coat and stood in front of Kole in just a see-through lace negligee. Mila’s hand gripped the handle tight as she closed her eyes, counting to five. Kole was not her man. They may have slept together yesterday, but that didn’t give her any claims on him, yet she’d be damned if she stayed in this bathroom while he fucked blondie.
“I don’t need your services today. Only the bag.” Kole’s deep, baritone voice broke through her thoughts.
