Page 90 of The Heart You Kept

“Deal.”

EDWARD

THREE WEEKS LATER.

I readjust my earphones so I can watch the video on my phone.

“Good morning.” She smiles. “I’m Alora from Sorenson Antiques and this is our morning run-through of our store. This arrived yesterday and isn’t she beautiful.” She runs her hand over the double doors as my breath catches.

“This is a Baroque armoire, circa early seventeen hundreds.” She points to the carved details and my eyes drop down her body, even only onscreen every inch of me is entranced. “As you can see it has beautiful craftmanship, fully hand-carved cherubs and detailing around the edges.”

She smiles and catches her bottom lip in her teeth and I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock.

Fuck….

My heartbeat the only sound I hear.

I sit forward in my chair, mesmerized.

“This armoire has been in the one family for many generations and is in perfect condition.” She opens the doors and drawers. “The lock has both solid brass keys still working. Have a beautiful day everyone, au revoir.”

“We’re about to land in Vegas, sir.” The flight attendant interrupts my thoughts as she walks up the aisle of my plane.

“Thank you.”

Just one more….

I scroll through her Instagram business page and click on another video.

I’m sick, I know it. But like an addiction I need to feed, I can’t stop myself from watching these over and over again.

Hearing Alora Sorenson say good morning is my new obsession.

I’ll stop tomorrow….

“Ban him.” I turn back to my computer.

“Sir,” Belinda stammers. “He’s a whale, we can’t just ban him.”

“I just did.” I hit send on my email.

“He spends millions here every year.”

“And yet he treats our staff like shit. He’s out, I warned him last month, this is it.”

She shakes her head. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow when we are fresh.”

“Let’s not.” I turn back to my computer.

“Why are you still here?”

I glance up at her. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been here since 9 a.m. this morning.”

“And?”

“It’s 2 a.m. and you’re still working?”