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Mia bites her bottom lip. “Please open the elevator. I don’t want my Uber rating to drop.”
After staring at her for a long moment, I throw back my head and laugh. I’ve laughed more times in the last twelve hours than I have in a month.
Then I scoop her up and walk through the penthouse, with her wriggling in my arms.
“Mia, you need to behave, or I will slap that ass of yours so hard you will come.”
When she goes still and silent, my cock hardens. Suddenly, I don’t want her to leave, yet she can’t stay. Regret fills me, and honestly, it’s confusing.
We take the elevator to the garage, where I put her back on her feet, and we both ignore the heat simmering between us once more. Silently, she walks beside me to the parked black Maserati. I rarely use it, but I figure Benson deserves some sleep, and I don’t trust her not to manipulate him.
Ten minutes later, I pull up outside her building and let the car idle. I turn to Mia. She’s been fidgeting her hands and mutteringthis isn’t goodthe entire drive.
When she faces me, she looks worried.
“Is it the dry cleaning?” I ask, frowning. “I can have my PA email Donna if you’re concerned.”
Maybe she regrets what we did, which I’m not going near with a barge pole. She can book a therapy session.
My cock is happy as Larry.
I’d like to have more of her, but that’s not how I work.
“No. But thank you,” Mia says, her eyes casting outside the car.
What is she looking for?
I glance around, my wrist resting on the steering wheel. I’m trained to spot danger, but there’s nothing outside she needs to be concerned with.
This woman is giving me whiplash.
Is she concerned about her safety or not? One minute, she’s trying to run out my door. Now, she looks worried there might be someone lurking in the shadows.
Fuck sakes.
I get out, circle the car, and find her already on the fucking sidewalk.Jesus.
“Come on.” I put my hand in the small of her back and walk her to the entrance. It’s then I notice she lives in a fancy building. One that would cost far more than an events coordinator would earn.
A light goes off.
Mia still lives with her parents. Who clearly have money. Of course, she’s worried about what they will say when she arrives home in the early hours. I rub my mouth to cover my grin, then lean down, tug her against me for the last time, and press my lips to hers.
“You were fucking perfect, Mia.”
Big crystal eyes gaze back at me, blinking. “You too.”
She runs her fingers through my hair, then steps out of my arms and walks through the glass doors.
And out of my life. Or so I thought.
