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“Well?” I ask, waiting.
I tuck my cock back into my jeans and she rolls her eyes.
“I have to work late, and there’s some party across the street I have to go to. Some donors to the library are going to be there.” She walks up to me and puts her hands on my chest. “I’d rather be at home with my guys.”
“Then quit,” I say, but I can see that was the wrong answer.
She steps back, and suddenly the cold look from earlier is back. “It’s my job, Dylan. I can’t just quit. Besides, don’t you have something on your schedule to get to?”
Right when I open my mouth to respond, there’s a knock on the door.
“Emily? You in there? Sorry to bother you guys, but Mark has a question about a shipment,” Nancy says from the other side of the door.
I growl at the name. Mark. I didn’t get a chance to talk about him with Emily yet, and I can see I’m not about to get the opportunity.
“Yeah, be right out,” Emily says and then looks at me. Her eyes soften a little as she comes back into my arms. “We’ll talk about this when I get home.”
“Okay, Button,” I say, unable to stay mad.
I know I’m just going to go outside to my truck to watch her from the cameras, but it’s not the same. I want her in my arms all the time. So instead of fighting, I hug her back and kiss the top of her head.
Chapter 8
Emily
Nancy hands me a giant stack of folders. I take them, putting them onto my already overflowing desk. Clutter always drives me crazy. I hate having a mess around. You would think I might be used to it living with three boys, but I’ve trained them well.
“You’ve been holding out, girl.” Nancy smiles down at me. “That husband of yours.” She wiggles her perfect eyebrows as she leans up against the door frame.
“I know.” I shake my head.
My husband is hot. I stopped letting it bother me a long time ago that others notice him. Probably because he doesn’t even notice it himself. His attention is always on me and our boys. I’m not sure he knows how good looking he really is. He pretty much rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt and jeans. He’s naturally fit from all the hands-on work he does. He’s always trying to get out of his office, preferring to be on the job site.
He has a natural ruggedness to him. He isn’t even trying to be hot, but he’s pretty drool-worthy. The attention he would get from women used to annoy me. Then I realized Dylan is so focused on no guys looking at me that I’m not sure he knows other women exist.
“He was so possessive. You should have seen his face when he came in here looking for you. I can see now why you were sure he isn’t cheating. That man has one focus.” She says it dreamily and I smile even bigger. I know I’m lucky.
I glance at the pile of folders Nancy handed me, and I wonder if I’ll be able to knock them out before we have to leave for the event tonight. This job is turning out to be a lot more to take on than I was hoping for. I wanted to do something that was helpful but didn’t take up all my time. I thought at the library I would be dealing with finding and putting books away. Maybe even getting to read to some of the kids who came in. But from what I can tell there don’t seem to be many activities happening here. I thought about bringing that up but got scared more stuff might be piled on my already full plate. I’ve gone from having too much time on my hands to not having enough.
“Possessive is putting it lightly,” I laugh. “You think this outfit is okay for tonight?” I stand up, making sure there aren’t any wrinkles after what Dylan and I did. I have to bite my lip to keep from grinning as I recall our time in the vacant office.
He wasn’t wrong, though. I did wave a red flag at my husband when I tossed my panties onto his desk. I knew the moment he would see them he’d be tracking me down. There’s no way Dylan would be okay with me walking around without panties on. I’m sometimes shocked he lets me walk around without him at all. If it was up to him I’d be glued to his side. In college he would walk with me to every class. I don’t know why, though, because the first day he punched some guy and knocked him out cold for slapping my ass. After that no one on campus ever looked my way again.
