Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“One more thing,” Blake adds. “Don’t assume the attack will come from here at the offices. It could come from an unknown, outside source. Or even someone close to you in your personal life. I’ll be in touch on the Summer meeting.”
And with that rock thrown, the room scatters and empties, the door shutting to leave me and Grayson alone in his office.
Chapter sixty-two
Mia
Control.
We’re back to Grayson needing control.
I can feel it in the crackle of the air, even before he catches my hand and walks me to him. “I want right now,” he murmurs, his head tilted low to mine. “Many things. You know that, right?”
When this man says he wants, I want, and my nipples immediately pucker while my sex clenches. “I do know,” I say, my voice low, a rasp that tells a story: I’m right here with him, affected in every way.
His hands come down on my arms. “I want to pull your skirt up and fuck you right here on the table. I want to spank you. I want to take you to some exotic place and keep you naked in bed for three fucking months.” His voice is low, guttural. His hands come down on my arms and he pulls back to look at me. “But more than anything, I want to go home with you. And we are. Tonight.”
“Tonight?” I ask hopefully. “Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent, baby. You’re right. We need our life back and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Ri continue to take that from us, but I need you to make a deal with me.”
“What deal?” I ask cautiously.
“If Blake identifies a credible threat against you, we get on a plane and hunker down somewhere until this is over. Fair enough?”
“I don’t have a death wish. I can live with that, quite literally.”
His cellphone buzzes with a text and he snakes it from his pocket, his jaw tensing as he reads the message. “What is it?”
He types a reply and shoves his phone back into his pocket. “That was Dean Rourke, the head of the hotel operations. The press is hounding him as well.” He runs a hand over his goatee, frustration in the action when he rarely allows an outward reaction to anything. He turns away, walking to the window and pressing his hands on the bar dividing the center of the glass, looks out over the jut of buildings framed by the ocean. I do the same, but I’m looking at him, not the city. “What are you thinking?”
His glances over at me. “I have a tendency to hit hard and fast and take control.”
“You? Really? Is that what you call wanting to confront the press, hide me away, and—”
“Elope and call you my wife now, when I know you deserve the wedding of a century.”
I push off the window to face him and he does the same, facing me. “You want to elope?”
He catches my waist, steps into me. “The idea of waiting another minute to marry you, when the next minute is never guaranteed, makes me insane.” He strokes my hair behind my ear. “But then we both know that I’m in that mode I get in where I want—”
“Control now.”
“Yes, but Davis is right. The press will manipulate anything we give them. And by reacting to this new threat, I’m allowing us to be manipulated. I’m going to take a step back and slow down.”
“Meaning what?”
“We’re not going to do an interview.”
“Won’t that keep them chasing your staff?”
“I’ll make the staff’s time worthwhile.”
“That doesn’t mean they won’t talk,” I remind him.
“I’ll take my chances. We’re not going to meet with the press. We’re not going to hide. We’re going to go back to our normal lives, and as I know well from high profile cases, they’re here today and gone tomorrow. This too shall pass.”
I wrap my arms around him. “But we won’t.”
“No, baby.” He cups my head. “We won’t.” He kisses me. “Why don’t we go take a look at your new office?”
“Yes, please.”
A few minutes later, we’re just down the hall from his office, and I’m presented with a gorgeous personal space already decorated with a beautiful mahogany desk, double bookshelves, and a sitting area with brown and light blue furnishings. “I love it,” I say, standing in the center. “Now I need to earn it.” I glance at my watch. “I’m supposed to meet Kevin in HR at noon.”
He shuts the door and crosses to set my briefcase on my desk. “About Kevin.” He turns to face me.
“You don’t trust him.”
“I don’t know him, but I don’t have to look at Eric’s list on possible traitors to know he’ll be on it.”
“I believe he’s one of the good guys. He is nothing like Ri. He is someone we want here on our team but,” my hand settles on his chest, “I can put him on hold.”