Kira spoke first as she noticed me.
“Rose, I’ll be right back. Gotta head to the bathroom.”
Only then did my little flower lock eyes with me.
Before she was able to protest, Kira scurried to the bathroom.
I held back a chuckle. I could tell why Gavin didn’t like her, though I was slowly starting to be one of her biggest fans,second to my beautiful flower, of course.
Approaching her, I kept a relatively safe distance as I tilted my head. “Your husband is waiting outside for you.”
She crossed her arms, pushing up her perfect tits in that little dress, and my restraint nearly snapped in two.Fuck, I was going to lose it.
“And your little girlfriend is waiting for you in the den.”
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you well, Flower. I thought we talked about this?”
“But when you’re jealous, it’s supposedly a likable character trait of yours?” she shot back.
I shook my head as a smile came to my face at her boldness. “I see you’ve sobered up enough to land another business deal.”
“When I realized the champagne glasses that were constantly being offered to me were the problem, I stopped. You can blame your father.”
I hummed as I approached her slowly. She glanced toward my father’s closed office door, then to the bathroom down the hall—like someone might be watching. But that only made me harder. The thrill. The risk. The thought of her getting caught in my hands, flushed and breathless.
I stood only a foot away from her, and she bit her lip.
That fucking lip.
As she went to step back, my hand wrapped around her waist as I pulled her in closer to me. She placed her hands on my chest to push me away, and I only pulled her even closer as I pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.
“Anyone could see us, Beckham. Go away,” she practically seethed.
I simply leaned down to her neck as her breath hitched.
She smelled like warm vanilla and something soft I couldn’t name.
Placing a small kiss on her collarbone, I leaned back to her ear and whispered, “I’ll see you at our next session, Flower.”
Interestingly enough, she allowed me to place another small kiss on her ear before she pulled away and walked to the entrance.
Looking over my shoulder as I turned, I hissed internally as her ass swayed back and forth while she strode out with her natural confidence and seduction.She doesn’t even have to fucking try
“You’re playing with fire, Mr. Garcia.”
I turned to see Kira walking over.
“Don’t mind getting burned,” I muttered.
She sighed and crossed her arms. Her playful demeanor turned into one more serious and cutthroat.
“Do me a favor, don’t let Gaslight Gavin throw you off track,” she added, her voice sharp with meaning. “Start working on those floor plans your assistant gave you last week. I need themes, composition ideas, and mockups by the end of the month.”
I rolled my shoulders, letting out a slow breath as she stared me down.She wasn’t going to let this go.
“I’ve been busy.”
“Make sure you divide your time accordingly when you are engaging in your… busy time,” she muttered knowingly, and I nodded as she walked away. “If not, I’m going to light a fire under your ass. You don’t mind getting burned, but if you can’t take the heat…”
