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“There’s a mailroom.” He chuckles, still smiling but bigger now. It makes my insides melt and I forget where I was going with this line of questioning. Oh yeah. What he does every day. That’s the golden question.
“I’d tell you but someone told me it wasn’t polite to talk about money. I wouldn’t want to come off as being cocky and have someone accuse me of being rude.” He looks directly at me when he says it.
I narrow my eyes at him. I remember he does something with money. He’s some kind of investor. He invested in my dad’s crops a few years back. He is known for investing in all sorts of things.
“Investor.” I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who did that for a living. “Do you have a staff and stuff?” I know that he at least has an assistant, but what else does one need to be an investor? I guess that would depend on how many things you invest in. I’d bet you’d need people to keep track of all of your things. Above all I am positive he needs a ton of money to invest in things.
“Yes, I have a staff. I own the Weston building. I take up the top two floors and rent out the rest.” My eyebrows raise in surprise. He owns a whole building here in the city. I knew he was loaded but holy cow, that’s a whole other level. He’s not rich. He’s wealthy.
Suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable.
“Look at me.” His deep voice rumbles across my skin. “I’d come over there and make you look at me but if I did that you’d never get to eat.” I raise my head, my cheeks heating at his words. I didn’t realize I’d dropped my gaze from him.
“Still the same person, baby,” he reassures me. “Still the same man about to share a frozen pizza with you and then kiss you goodnight so we can get up and go to work tomorrow.”
“Where I work in the mailroom,” I state.
“If that’s what you want.” He sighs. He doesn’t seem to enjoy this idea. “Since I own the building my staff oversees the mailroom along with the front desk and security. If you wish to work in the mailroom then by all means that’s where you’ll work.”
I study him for a moment wondering why he is so irritated that I want to start in the mailroom. Isn’t that where most people start? I want to start at the bottom and work my way up. I don’t want anyone thinking that I was just handed a job without putting the work in. I’m trying to figure out why Drake would be so upset by this. That’s when it clicks in my mind and I realize that maybe Drake doesn’t want anyone to see him making out with the lowly mailroom girl. I feel sad that I let my mind wander to that thought because I can’t picture him as someone who cares about what others think. I’m not sure that I can trust my line of thinking these days. My judgment hasn’t been the best in the past twenty-four hours. I’ll just have to feel him out over the next few days to see what his deal is.
“Do you own a lot of buildings?” I look around wondering if he owns this one. I wouldn’t be shocked if he did.
“That’s the only one. Would you like me to buy another?” I’m not sure if he’s joking or not by the tone of his voice. Something inside me tells me if I say yes, he will go and buy one today. I decide to tease him a little.
“Maybe.” I shrug, playing along. I know that he is trying to make me feel more comfortable in his presence. If I had to guess, I would say he’s not prone to making others feel comfortable when he’s in the room. He looks more like he commands the space he occupies and he doesn’t give a shit if others feel uncomfortable. He’s probably an expert at it. “I’ll keep an eye out. If I spot one I like I’ll let you know,” I casually toss at him.
He laughs again. It’s that same deep laugh that I got when we were in the living room. My nipples tighten at the sound. I have to squeeze my legs together. I feel like my body is so attuned to him already. I’ve never felt like this before. I start to imagine that he walks back over to my side of the counter and shoves his thick thigh between my legs. I would slide my pussy up and down, getting as much friction as I possibly could just to take the edge off. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as the oven dings that our pizza is ready. I close my eyes and try to calm myself down.
