Paperwork was my anchor. It was ridiculous, but still true.
“I know what my best friend needs.”Harper tried to step past Maverick to get inside.
He blocked her path with his body. “I don’t want your scent in our bed again. There’s a room across the hall. Use it.”
“Why are you always so difficult?”
“It’s a job requirement.”
“I’m going.” Harper leaned her head through the door to look over at me. I waved from the bed, my gaze catching on the ring on my finger.
It was stunning.
I was trying not to think about how much I loved it.
Harper had texted me when she was getting close, so I’d gotten dressed a few minutes ago. All I had to wear was Maverick’s clothes again, but I wasn’t about to complain. When I rolled the waistband of his sweats a bunch of times and pulled on another t-shirt that smelled like him, I was even more comfortable than usual.
Maybe leggings weren’t the only pants worth wearing after all.
“I’m coming,” I agreed.
“The code is your birthday,” Maverick called after her.
“How do you know my birthday?”
“I have resources.”
Resources, meaning the internet. Or enforcers with the internet. It probably helped that he was technically her boss.
Not mine, of course.
If he told me what to do at this point, I’d politely tell him to fuck off. And then be dragged along to do whatever he had wanted me to do in the first place, secretly happy about it.
Harper left, and Maverick closed the door behind her. “I need to meet with some of my wolves, if you don’t mind.”
“I thought you weren’t letting me out of your sight.”
“I’m not.” He picked his phone up off the nightstand and pressed a few buttons before he handed it over. There was live feed from multiple cameras playing on the screen, showing that Maverick had them just about everywhere. Even in our bedroom.
“What the hell is that?” I gestured to the screen, my eyes narrowing at him.
“A camera.”
“If you think I’m fucking you again while that thing records it, you’re sorely mistaken.”
“I can pause the feed.”
I lifted an eyebrow.
He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small remote, handing it over. I pressed the large, obvious PAUSE button, and the feed paused.
That was better than nothing.
“I’m still not doing it. I deserve privacy. Take the camera down, or things stay PG between us indefinitely.”
“It’s for your safety, Sugar.”
“It’s for your stalkerish tendencies.” I handed his phone back and walked away. “If there are cameras in Harper’s room, you have ten minutes to take them down before we find a way to break them. My best friend is not a danger to me, and you have a lock on the door. That’s enough.”
