Page 20 of His Little Stowaway

“I just remembered what it felt like to hold you. My hands have done enough calculating, so I just gave the measurements to our team and… Voila!” I announce.

Glad these people can get something right for a change, and even gladder when I notice Brynn picking out a few things straight away.

“Just until we can get you a new wardrobe,” I tell her, moving over and lifting her hair back over her shoulders before I kiss her neck.

“A new wardrobe?” she asks, sounding suspicious as she tenses up a little.

“Sure,” I tell her. “You don’t have a whole set of outfits in that little bag of yours now do ya?” I ask, joking with her.

But her silence as her back turns says it all.

I just keep digging these holes for myself and then hurling myself into them whenever I open my mouth.

Unless it’s to put a part of her inside my mouth, I can’t seem to win whenever I try to say or do anything otherwise so far.

I take her arm and gently turn her to face me, lifting her face so I can see her. eyes. Noticing her lip quivering some and her eyes turning glassy with tears.

“Whatever you ran from, it’s finished. You’re mine now and yeah that means you’ll be getting a few new things.” I inform her.

“Quite a few new things,” I add, smiling a little. Hooking one of my arms around and reeling her into me.

“So, just get used to it. And be careful,” I caution her, holding her back enough to look her in the eyes again before I kiss her. “You might even start to enjoy yourself.”

She playfully punches my stomach, eager to cling to me again. Her little hands clawing onto me through my shirt.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

But it’s not a ‘thank you’ I want from her, and it’s not hearing her whisper it either.

I wanna hear her scream my name as I fill her full of what we both know she really needs.

And she will.

“There’s no...” she trails off before blushing and going quiet again once she goes through the rack again.

“No, what?” I ask before it registers.

No underwear.

I cock my brow, not minding at all if she thinks I arranged that part on purpose.

“We can make that our first stop if you like?” I suggest.

“First stop?” she asks me, eyeing her crumpled heap of clothes on the floor across the way.

“On our way to get something to eat and do a little shopping. Then, we can get out of the city altogether if you want? Go anyplace you feel like,” I tell her, already looking forward to anything she chooses.

“Bu-But what about your business thing, your systems breach? Or whatever it’s called?” she asks, looking confused.

I have to laugh, not at Brynn. But at the idea, I’d be hung up on that over her.

I give a big shrug, letting her know it’s out of my hands anyway.

“I don’t do that much around here, Brynn. I just tell people to get things done. I’m sure Mack and his team will sort things out…”

“And if not?” she asks ominously.

I look at her sidelong for a moment, dismissing Mack’s concerns about Brynn being in my office.

Shrugging higher and harder I let her know, as well as remind myself that there’s nothing I can do about something that’s already happened.

“You really didn’t see that Denise woman do anything strange or out of the ordinary when she was in here?” I ask.

“No, she just came through the door and was standing on your side of the desk when she noticed me,” Brynn recounts.

“My side of the desk, huh?” I ask, shaking my head and letting the idea go for now.

“Whenever you’re ready, we can go,” I tell her, hearing my own stomach start to rumble, but really just wanting out of here before we’re held up anymore.

Chapter Eleven

Brynn

I pick out an outfit I know will not only fit but will be comfy too.

A simple sweater, tee, and jeans combo, but what amazes me is that Pearce could get my size just from touching me.

Even my shoe size, which is weird but it shows how much a man like him actually notices without letting on every time.

I move to walk back to the bathroom and get changed when Pearce clears his throat.

Turning to see him, I notice he’s taken his favorite position on the corner of his desk. His brow slightly raised in question.

“Get dressed here. In front of me,” he says firmly, but with a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and I know it’s not to degrade me.

Far from it.

For whatever reason, this guy literally has a hard on for me and wants a bit of a show.

Kind of like me earning my keep, I guess.

“No underwear,” he adds when I reach for it, bending my knees to pick up my clothes before he voices his command a little clearer.

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