I turn my head to him. “You’re evil,” I laugh.
“That woman drives me mad,” he mutters under his breath.
“That makes two of us.”
“Do you know what I’m looking forward to later?” He asks.
“Peeling me out of this dress?” His gaze darkens, his pupils dilating.
“That too,” he rasps. “But no, I was going to say, dancing with you. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, to be able to press you against me in front of everyone. I’m going to show everyone in this room who you belong to.”
“Who knew you could be such a romantic?”
“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. I’m going to make you fall in love with me.”
You already have.I think to myself.
Chapter 12
Grayson
Why didn’t I check what return flights we were on? If I’d known we were on different flights I would have changed them. I’d stupidly assumed we would be on the same ones going home. I feel like I’ve been cheated of time with her. Tonight’s going to be the first night we spend apart since I first kissed her, and I hate it. These nights with her have been my first ones of real sleep for as long as I can remember. I’m lucky if I get four hours, but with her, I’ve slept like the dead. We’re currently standing at departures and she’s about to walk through security without me. My flight isn't until this afternoon, whereas she’s booked on a mid-morning flight. I’ve still got hours before I can go through, but there was no way I was letting her leave for the airport without me.
“I hate this,” I whisper. I sound like a needy fucker, but I’m beyond caring.
“I do too. But we’re seeing each other tomorrow, you’re going to come and meet me for lunch.” Her hands run through my hair, her nails scraping the back of my scalp. Soothing me.
“Pack a bag, you’ll be staying with me tomorrow.”And every night after.I silently add. I’m telling Edward tonight, which means I can tell Paige everything tomorrow at lunch. After that, well, there’s no reason for her to not spend every moment with me. I’ll be moving her in by the end of the week.
“So bossy,” she laughs.
“You love my bossiness.” It’s true, she might be a badass at her job and a ridiculously intelligent woman, which is a massive turn on. But she was made to submit to me and she loves it.
“Lucky for you.”
“I’m very lucky,” I say, lightly kissing her lips.
“I really do need to go,” she says pulling back. She bends down to pick up her carry-on case, which I’d placed down by our feet. I cup her face and capture her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply one more time before she leaves. We break apart, both breathless.
“Have a safe flight,” I rasp. “Let me know when you land and again when you’re home.”
“I will,” she says, walking backwards towards security. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Gray.” With those parting words, she turns and walks through the doors to security.
I love you.But I don’t say the words out loud. I can’t say them yet, not until she knows everything. Not until I tell her who I really am.
***
Paige
The only issue with taking a couple of days off is the mountain of work you come back to. I’ve tried to keep on top of my emails as much as possible, but it doesn’t stop my to-do list from racking up.Especially when my Director is a dick and thinks that just because I’m an analyst, I can do all his work for him. This is the issue with banking, the pay is pretty decent, not great for a junior, but it’s way above a lot of first placement jobs and the potential earning is high. But the hours are so long, and the work can be tedious as hell. I regularly ask myself why I’m doing this. It’s ten at night, my final wash from the weekend is in the tumble dryer and I’m sitting here putting the final figures together for a presentation. I’m ridiculously tired and the numbers on my screen are starting to blur, not to mention my mind keeps wandering to last night. Another reason I’m so tired is the complete lack of sleep after the wedding. Gray kept us up all night, he was insatiable. I’m quite sure he spent all night inside me. I’m incredibly sore, but in a good way, the way that lets you know your body has been used and used well.
My phone vibrates next to me. I pick it up and read the message.
You awake?
Yes. I’m getting some work done.
It’s 10pm. You should be resting.
