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His eyes lit with an unapologetic ‘busted’ smile.
I huffed. “You’re unbelievable.” But I was too happy in that moment to be pissed, because him wanting to move quickly eased my fears that he’d one day soon discover relationships weren’t for him and subsequently choose to backtrack.
“Compromising is important, according to you.”
Smart ass. “I’ll work from here a few days a week. We’ll see how it goes. You never know, you might get annoyed having someone take up some of your space. This is pretty new for you.” I wanted us to ease into it.
“I’d be annoyed if it was anyone but you.”
“Do you accept my offer or not?”
“Fine. But that’ll start from Monday morning. You’ll work from here Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from now on. Agreed?”
“You’d better make it worth my while in orgasms.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Oh, I will.” He gave my knee a squeeze. “I booked a room for us at the Vault tomorrow.”
I perked up. “Which room?”
“You’ll find out then, won’t you? I also booked us a table at the lounge,” he added, referring to an area of the basement that was more or less a bar with a dining area. “We’ll eat before we play.”
I lifted my brows, pleasantly surprised. That would be a first for us. Many couples did it, but we never had.
“Hmm, maybe I’ll first make you come right there in the lounge. Or maybe I’ll just let you hang on the edge of an orgasm while we eat.”
Neither option sounded all that appealing. “Why don’t you like me?”
He chuckled. “I like you just fine.” He spread my legs wider and slid his hand up my inner thigh. “And I’m about to prove it.”
Chapter Nine
Entering my closet the following evening, I made a beeline for a particular pair of shoes. I often wore the strappy high heels with the burgundy dress I was wearing—a dress that Danton requested I slip on tonight, since it was apparently one of his favorites.
He would be here soon to pick me up so that we could together head to the Vault. For us, that would be new. In the past, we’d arrived there separately, just as we’d left the place separately. This evening, he intended to not only drive me there but take me to his apartment afterwards, wanting me to stay the night. Again.
Like I’d argue.
High heels in hand, I returned to my bedroom and sat down on my plush chair. Slipping on my shoes, I thought back to the phone call I’d received an hour ago and felt my mouth tighten. When I’d seen that the caller was withholding their number, I hadn’t been unnerved. I’d assumed that it was an author I regularly worked with. The privacy settings on her cell phone ensured that her number was always withheld.
I’d assumed wrong.
It had been Marcos calling on behalf of Jorge. I hadn’t learned any more than that, because I’d hung up fast. I’d expected him to try calling again. He hadn’t.
Maybe he hadn’t bothered because he’d known I wouldn’t answer, or maybe it was because while Danton might overlookoneattempt to contact me, he wouldn’t overlook several—he’d consider it something close to harassment. Like he’d said, Jorge was being mindful not to exacerbate the current situation.
Danton was not going to be happy when I told him about the call. I doubt he’d be shocked, though. It was no secret that Jorge and Julian desperately wanted to speak with me.
Standing, I took a long look at myself in the mirrored door of my wardrobe. Makeup done, hair slightly curled, clothes on, hooped earrings—
My intercom buzzed.
Perfect timing.
I grabbed my small purse and overnight bag before making my way to the wall-mounted pad near my front door. A single peek at the small screen made me tense. Because it wasn’t Danton.
It was my mother.
She was alone. Or appeared to be. I doubted that either my father or brother were with her. If that had been the case, Duke would have called to warn me. He also would have urged them all to leave and told me to stay inside.
