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“Go to conference room number three, drop your pants, and bend over the table. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He grinned. “I see absolutely no reason to put off until tonight what I can do right now.”
“Yes, Sir,” Baker answered with a sly grin and seductive voice.
I watched the smoldering looks that passed between Baker and Seth, remembered how glorious it had felt when Eli had tied me up while we were on the ship, and, not for the first time, wondered if I wasn’t attracted to the fetish more than I was willing to admit out loud. If I’d learned anything on the cruise, it was that I was much kinkier than I could have ever imagined and, most of all, that I trusted Eli with my body, life, and soul. He was the sexiest, most honorable and honest man that walked the earth. If I allowed my insecurities out of their cage for even a second, I couldn’t stop the questions of how in the world somebody like him could really want someone like me…so I kept them in their cage. Eli said he loved me, and he’d never lied to me, so I chose to believe him, even though I couldn’t understand what in the world he saw in me.
“Have fun with that,” Eli said to Seth when he stepped away in pursuit of Baker.
“Always.”
When we were finally alone, I looked up at Eli, hoping that he was interested in doing some more of the lip dance from earlier, but when I saw the scowl on his face, I knew lip-dancing was probably off the table. Well, shit. What had I done now?
He crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. The magazine was clutched in his fist and his eyes were locked on the page with Jinx on it. A blaze of jealousy raced through me as I watched him stare at the beautiful model… the model that he obviously knew. Perfect. My happiness rainbow was about to start shedding colors before I had enough to admire the glittery shades.
Eli dropped the magazine in front of me with a thump. “So…that’s the kind of look you’re interested in?”
My eyes dropped to the glossy photo in front of me. Sure, it had probably been silly for me to think I could possibly rock the leather outfit like Jinx did, but there was no reason for Eli to be an ass about it. I cleared my throat nervously and answered, “Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, I know I wouldn’t look as good as your sister’s godson in that outfit, but I think the leather would feel fabulous. It looks as soft as butter. I already have the shirt and boots, but couldn’t make myself gather the courage to purchase the…”
The sound of Eli’s soft laughter caused my embarrassment to be replaced by fury. “What? You think that just because I don’t look like your…your…friend…that I couldn’t wear those pants? You’re an ass, Eli—a total ass.” I stood up and tried to stomp away, but Eli caught my arm and slammed our bodies together. The feel of his muscles rippling beneath his clothing was distracting—too distracting. Another few seconds and I’d forget why I was angry with him.
“Easy, angel,” he cooed. “Put your wings back in—you aren’t going anywhere.”
“You aren’t the boss of me!” I hissed, unable to come up with anything better. He’d hurt my feelings, my pride, and I was jealous. None of those were a good by themselves, much less mixed together.
“I don’t want to be your boss. I want to be your lover,” Eli countered smoothly. “I was jealous—that’s all. You’d look fucking gorgeous in those pants. I’ll buy you a pair in every damn color they come in. I bet they do feel as soft and smooth as butter. They’d hug that beautiful ass of yours like a fucking glove, angel.” He leaned down and kissed my lips before I even knew what he was doing. “I was jealous because I thought you were attracted to Jinx—the total opposite of me in every way imaginable, especially our looks.”
My mouth hung open, but I didn’t have the sense to force it to close again. Eli…jealous? Of me liking someone else? It was impossible to even imagine. I was…me. Jinx was a model—sheer perfection in every feature. “You were jealous?” I finally asked. “Of me?”
“Always, angel.” He cupped the sides of my face. “Do you honestly not have any idea how much you mean to me? How much torture I’ve endured during our separation, thinking you were loving someone else? I thought you surely had moved on, forgotten all about me by replacing me with someone much better.”
I frowned. “Better than you?” Bewildered was the only way to describe how I felt as Eli’s words sunk into my mind. There was nobody better than Eli. Nobody.
