But nothing is out of place. Not even one Wrap Cap nail. Tony, the site manager, must know to stay on my good side today. As I inspect the site, I feel eyes on my back. Anyone could see they’ve been talking about me. They know about Millie. They may not know her on sight or know who she is, but they know what Sam walked in on this morning. They know the boss is seeing a client.
I honestly don’t know what’s worse. That the guys and Papi think I’m sleeping with Millie or that they’re wrong. I feel like a hair trigger landmine. I should just go to the gym and work out until I can’t think. Or go home and take matters into my own hands. But my bed offers me no peace. Not since Thursday when I made Millie come. My sheets still smell like her.
After barking orders at Tony, I climb back into my truck and drive to the only place I want to be. Millie’s Infiniti is parked in the garage,gracias a Dios.I enter through the kitchen door and find the room crowded with custom cabinetry. By the looks of it, Sam and Donner have measured and marked and measured again, making sure each piece has been made to our specifications. Sam is busy drilling pilot holes. Donner is balancing a level against the wall, double checking his marks.
Things look good. I should be happy.
But I’m not.
Both men turn when I shut the door. “Hey, Luc.” Donner’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of me. Sam actually takes a step back. Maybe my eyes are glowing red. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve sprouted horns and a forked tail in the last hour.El Diablohas nothing on me.
“Take the day off.”
Donner blinks. Sam grips the drill in his hand and it revs, startling him.
“What’s that, boss?” Donner asks, eyeing me with alarm.
“Leave. Don’t come back until tomorrow.”
“Okay, uh…” Donner uses the level in his hand to point at their tools. “We’ll just clean u—”
“Now. You’ll get paid for today,” I say, just in case this is a concern. Judging by their wary looks, it’s not. “Come back tomorrow morning.”
Eyes on me, Sam sets down his drill.
“And fucking knock,” I tell him.
Sam flinches. “Right, boss.” Then the kid practically skitters out of the kitchen.
When Sam clears the door, Donner starts to move, just not quite as fast as his assistant.
I wait until he reaches the door. “Donner?”
He looks at me over his shoulder. “Yeah, boss?”
I shake my head. “Best not to share this with the others.”
Donner’s face stiffens. Then he nods. “Got it, Luc. Sorry.”
He pulls the door closed behind him, and I take the two steps toward it and flip the bolt. As soon as I do, I hear Millie’s step on the stairs. By the sound of it, Clarence is descending with her.
I cut through what’s now the front of the kitchen and watch her descend the last of the steps. She’s barefoot in a gray, floral print sweater and black leggings. Nothing fancy. Everything I want. The deep V neckline of her sweater beacons my mouth. The contours of her leggings command my hands. She’s in my arms before she’s off the stairs.
Millie gasps her surprise against my lips, letting me kiss her for just a few seconds before breaking off. “Luc,” she whispers. “They’ll hear us.”
“They’re gone,” I say, kissing her again as the unmistakable sound of Sam’s Toyota firing up revs just outside. “I made them go.”
“What?!Luc, why—”
“I need you.” But the words aren’t enough, so I take her mouth again. Her fingers fist in my hair. It drives me wild. If it were allowed, I could take her on the stairs.
But I know the rules. I’ve accepted the rules. But after this morning…
Our teeth clash. My tongue glides over hers, showing her again everything it knows how to do. I grip her tight ass with one hand and snake the other under the sweater and beneath the cup of her bra. When I pinch her nipple, Millie’s breath jackhammers.
“What…” she pants against my cheek. “What’s happening?”
I want the stiff peak of her nipple in my mouth, under my tongue. The neck of her sweater is a willing accomplice. My lips move to the top of the breast I’m fondling, and I kiss the blushing skin.
