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By the time we land in the city, I’m ready to have her to myself and naked, but I don’t want a time limit on those desires. Thus why I’m quick to load us into a hired car and head to her apartment.
Once we’re there, Abbie turns to me. “I’ll go up alone.”
“Not happening.”
“Dexter—”
I lean forward and talk to the driver, palming him money and settling that problem quickly. I ease back into my seat. “Dexter now has a babysitter.”
“Gabe—”
“I’ll come around to get you.” I get out of the vehicle and by the time I’m at the opposite side of the SUV, Abbie is outside and shutting her door. “Gabe,” she starts again.
I kiss her. “Abbie,” I say softly, inhaling her sweet floral scent. “Let’s go upstairs so I can fuck you here and then later all over again.”
“I’m not fucking you in my pathetic apartment.”
Pathetic apartment. A telling statement that says she hates where she’s landed in life, and a problem I intend to fix. “You sure about that?”
“Very.”
“Show me how very sure you are.”
She laughs. “You’re crazy, Gabe Maxwell.”
“That’s what I hear.” I lace the fingers of one of my hands with hers. “Let’s go upstairs.” I don’t give her time to object. I start walking. And so, we leave Dexter with the driver, who is once again a victim of Dexter’s charm, though I’m certain one of these drivers will end up dead at some point, but hey. I have a pathetic father who kills to get what he wants. He’ll defend me. The fact that he’s working against me with Abbie drives home my growing hate for that bastard.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” I ask as we step into the elevator of her building, waiting until she punches her floor to pull her close. “Can you come to our office and see what a day in the life of the Maxwell operation is like?”
“Gabe,” she says softly. “I can’t work for you. We’re…”
I arch a brow. “We’re what?”
“I don’t know what this is.”
“What it is, is good. It won’t affect your job, either. I’m not an asshole and the firm is large. You literally could work there and never see me.”
“That would still be awkward.”
“But it won’t be formanyreasons.”
“Gabe—”
I settle my mouth on hers, licking past her lips, a deep slide of tongue against tongue that ends with the ding of the elevator and me saying, “Just come to the office with me tomorrow. Consult with us while you find another job. I guarantee you, I can drive your marketability.” I kiss her hand. “You’re coming with me.” I lead her out of the elevator.
“You’re being a bully,” she accuses.
I glance over at her and stop at her door. “I told you. Only about what I want. And what I want is you.” I motion to her keys as she pulls them out of her pocket.
“I want you, too, which is a good reason not to work together.”
“Agree to disagree,” I say. “For now.” I reach for her keys.
She palms her keys. “Don’t say anything about my apartment.”
“I’ve seen it, Abbie. I’ve been here before.”
“I know you’ve seen it but that was fast and—I know it’s humble, but it’s all mine.”
