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Neither of them says a word, but Neo makes a point of shutting and locking the door, before he smirks. “You know, I never realized just how fucking hot it would be to have a female boss. Too bad the family traditions are so archaic and no one’s open to changing them. Because fuck, you look good sitting behind that desk, Holly.”
“You’ve clearly lost your fucking mind, Neo. I should probably get you committed, because that’s the only reason I can think of that you’d be stupid enough to hit on my fucking wife,” T growls at him. Yes, growls—that deep, rough, commanding growl that goes straight to my core every time. My eyes never waiver from him as he silently walks behind me to peer over my shoulder. “You’re furniture shopping?” he asks, surprise evident in his tone.
“A little. I figured we’re probably going to need something… you know, to sleep on, sit on, eat in.”
“Fuck on.” Neo laughs. I pick up a pencil from the desk and toss it at him; he dodges it easily.
“Next time throw the paperweight, dolcezza. Did anyone see you sitting in here?” T asks.
“Um, I don’t think so, why?”
“Wait, don’t answer that yet. Let me fetch some popcorn first,” Neo says, heading for the door.
“Fuck off, Neo. Don’t think we’ve finished that conversation either.”
I look between the cousins. There’s a tension that isn’t usually there. “Ah, I can go, you know, if you’ve got shit to do. I was just about to see what’s in the fridge anyway.”
I stand up from the chair, ready to exit the room. There’s a bit too much alpha male assholeness filling the air in here—too much for my liking. T grabs me around the waist, pulling my back against his chest. His hand rests on my stomach, and his thumb rubs up and down in little twirls. “You’re staying. He’s leaving.”
“Right, catch you later. Holly, be gentle. He didn’t come up with the rules.” Neo’s parting words confuse me.
I turn around to face T, before reaching up and melting my lips against his. “Mmm, I missed you.”
“I fucking miss you every second that goes by where I’m not touching you.” He picks me up and sits me on the desk. He lowers himself down in his chair and stares at me, as if trying to read my expression.
It’s obvious he wants to say something. “Just say it already. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.”
“Okay, but just know I didn’t make the rules and I don’t always agree with them. But I do have to uphold them. Mostly.”
“T, spit it out. What happened?” I’m getting worried he’s going to tell me something really bad. Like we’re not actually married. Oh my God, is that a possibility?
“You can’t sit in this chair. You shouldn’t even be in the office without me in here. But you absolutely cannot sit at this desk.”
I can’t sit at his desk?I blink in response. Once, then twice. I pinch my arm. Nope, not dreaming this shit. I burst out in hysterics.
“I’m serious, Holly. You can’t be seen sitting here.”
“Oh, I know you are. That’s why it’s so bloody funny. Geez, T, I thought you were going to give me some really bad news or something. So you don’t want me in your office? Fine. I won’t come in here alone.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you in here, or that I don’t trust you, Holly. It’s just the rules. No one is to sit in the boss’s seat. Anyone who thought to do so would have a bullet between their eyes, because it’s an outright challenge for the throne.”
“But I’m your wife. I’m hardly going to challenge you for yourthrone.” I use air quotes because it’s bloody ridiculous.
“I know that, but others… they don’t. I just… For your own safety and to prevent gossip amongst the family, just choose any other seat.”
“Okay. Now can we go get some food?”
“Yes. Thank you for understanding. Also, hello in there, little guy. Did you keep your mama company while I was out?” T lifts my shirt and kisses my bare stomach.
“Your credit cards kept me company while you were out.”
“Our. They’re our cards, dolcezza. It’s not my money. It’s our money.”
“Okay, well,ourmoney is now short a few hundred grand,” I admit, looking into his eyes as I wait for his reaction. “I may have gone a little overboard on the whole luxury furniture thing.”
“Holly, we just paid thirty-five million dollars for a home. Did you really think we were going to fill it with furniture from Goodwill?”
“Well, no, I guess not. But I want to donate all the stuff in my apartment to Goodwill or somewhere. I don’t need it.”
