An entire week later, I wait until ten minutes after five before closing my laptop for the end of the work week. Most of the floor is empty since Friday is the one evening you can guarantee everyone wants to get home on time. Levi's is the only other cubical with movement in it and I consider stopping to talk to him as he works, but dealing with our issues would have to wait.He'd obviously been even more angered by Vincent's email, but there is no longer time in my life to worry what other people think of me. Between Vincent's exes, my screwed-up relationships, and the life I'm growing, I don't have any extra time or patience to find worry for Levi. He'll come around or he won't, but right now the ball is in his court.The emotional week has worn me out and I swipe my keycard against Vincent's special access panel in the elevator and then let my arm drop heavily. The doors open two floors higher and a magnificent man in a suit with his jacket unbuttoned and his tie loosened steps
"You were planning to feed me the entire plate this way?" I thought we'd do first bites and then I'd be on my own. The complete experience happening in this fashion brings an unfamiliar edge to the meal and Vincent's hand slips up my thigh higher."Well not at this rate. I'm going to need a fuck break after the first course."My eyes flutter, but I don't open them. "How about we finish this course here and then you feed me desserts in bed?""Deal. Now open." He removes his hand, making noise against my plate. When he replaces his hand on my leg, it rest on the apex of my legs. His thumb falls to the side, but I clamp them closed.The fork finds my lips and a cool flavor of the chicken salad sandwich coats my palate. I moan immediately before I even start chewing. It's such a simple dish, but the flavors are over a perfect blend of spice with the chicken."This is the one," I say once I've swallowed and open my eyes.Vincent sits across from me with a scowl. "You peeked. Now
"I'm sorry. I'll be quick," I apologize as I hit the up button on the elevator with our special key card.Vincent leans on the side of the railing, looking at me with a smug smirk as I do my best to ignore him by pretending to pull out wrinkles on my dress. He had lied slightly when he said the racks of clothing contained items from my closet in my old apartment the day I watched movers deliver them off the walking closet in his penthouse. It also had a couple of additions he had picked out without my knowledge in typical Vincent fashion.I would've been upset except they were nice additions. I hate to admit it, but Vincent has good taste in clothing. The dress I wear tonight is long and hits right at my knee. Blue silk material shimmers in the light and the off-shoulder straps somehow magically give my boobs an amazing amount of cleavage. The kind I wanted when I spent a fortune on push-up bras but never achieved. The nude heels I wear with it make my legs look especially long.
Tiffany reaches back into the sock drawer, grabs of pair of perfectly folded socks, and then throws them at Vincent's head in anger. He bats them away before they hit him and she screams in frustration.Without making eye contact he releases my arm from his grip. "Go hit the button.""No! It's Ronald. He's been keeping me up to date on what you're doing." Tiffany sinks in at her admission. Her shoulders hunch forward, but Vincent flinches as if she struck him physically."Why?""We've been sleeping together the last two years, and you never realized. Mr. Has-control-of-all-his-employees didn't know it was happening right underneath your nose," Tiffany sneers.I can't believe she's talking about Ronald. He'd always been friendly to me in the past. As the main security team leader of the building, he always checked in visitors. He'd been the one to refuse Ashley entrance when she didn't have an actual appointment. Trying to imagine the man who always had a friendly smile on his
"THANKS, Marge. I'll call you tomorrow and make sure everything is taken care of with the bills for her stay." Vincent holds the door open until Tiffany and her mother both make it on the elevator and the doors close.He waits until the elevator descends before closing the penthouse door and turning to me. The door squeaks as he leans his back against it."Tiffany's mom seems nice," I say twisting my fingers together.One side of Vincent's lips twist up and he shakes his head, but it's true. She really acted nice. She not only apologized to Vincent for Tiffany's behavior but to me too. The woman should be knighted for sainthood since she didn't even raise her voice at Tiffany. In fact she praised her for making the right choice and agreeing to get help. If my mother had half her calm personality, I wouldn't have so many horror stories from my childhood living at home.No way in hell would my mother be as supportive if I were caught breaking into a man's home. Especially my ex-h
The early Saturday morning sun wakes me the rest of the way after Vincent's alarm starts the job by rattling on his bedside nightstand. Who sets an alarm for Saturday?Vincent rolls over and wraps his arm underneath mine cradling a breast in his hand. I snuggle my back to his chest and reposition my head on the pillow, hoping I can fall back to sleep and he can do whatever he incorrectly believes is important enough to wake up early on a weekend."I'm sorry last night was ruined." He kisses the back of my neck sucking lightly."You mean when your wife broke in here and tried to steal what I strongly suspect was an engagement ring?" We'd talked about many things the night before but never got around to that topic.I'd planned to ask him, but after finding out Tiffany's demands for his sperm and then the sex, the thought completely fled my mind. We lay in bed together for another hour as Vincent held me tightly, but eventually he slipped from under the covers.Hours later I fou
By the next morning we still haven't come to an agreement on the house. I want to continue living in the penthouse and Vincent wants to spend an exorbitant amount of money on a weekend place fifteen miles out of the city—a home we won't officially move into until the baby is school age.Something warns me if I don't put up a big fight, Vincent will buy the house and just not tell me about it right away, so I make him promise in the car on the way home he won't do anything without getting my permission first. It's his money, and I feel bad bossing him about his own bank account, but a house is a big damn deal. You can't just buy a house. I'm only half sure making him promise will work, but it's time for me to stretch the trust part of our relationship."You're hiring the chef who made the sandwich and the chocolate cake. Right? I ask biting off another piece of my breakfast bagel."We are hiring and yes."All the meals we tested were delicious, and my core heats remembering the
Vincent moves my feet off the couch and sits in the space. I don't like him being so far away, so I reposition myself until I'm leaning next to his body and getting into his personal bubble.He leans back on the couch wrapping one of his muscular arms over my shoulders. "Today's been shit. Huh?"He'd spent most of Sunday on the phone with his legal team and public relations employees. Everyone in Valiant Industries had quite the weekend. Even though he said he didn't plan to take action against Tiffany, he wants to stop the book from being published. Vincent doesn't elaborate on how he plans to make that happen, but I have faith in him.His legal and PR teams worked for hours and now had a course of action moving forward. Tiffany might strike the first blow with the article about her book, but Vincent wouldn't take it lying down. Tomorrow morning his office would release a statement countering the article and hopefully combatting any speculation. There will still be rumors and ta