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I grab our order and walk back to the club; the sunshine beating down on my head, helping to dissolve some of the alcohol I consumed last night. I think about maybe taking her upstate to see the ranch I'm thinking of buying and it adds a spring to my step. I turn the corner and something I see makes me stop.
No. It can't be.
A man looking curiously like Gerry is getting into a car outside the club.
I know he arrived in New York last night for a board meeting we have tomorrow, but there's no reason for him to be here.
Maybe I'm more drunk than I think I am. I take a sip of my coffee and hurry my step so I can see Clarissa again.
***
"Have you talked to your brothers?" Clarissa asks later in bed after we get home from the club. We'd showered together, and after a lazy fuck under the water, me sitting on the shower bench and her riding me, we'd come to my bed.
Legs intertwined, I spoon her, burying my face in her freshly washed hair. She'd murmured the question, eyes closed, face resting on the pillow, so I know sleep is coming soon. I could wait until she falls asleep but I think it's fair that she knows what's going on.
"I talked to Kingsley."
"Not Damien?" she murmurs.
"No."
I think she's asleep when she mumbles again. "Kylian?"
"Kylian is no help in this situation, he just wants gossip."
Clarissa giggles, the vibration speeding through my body. "I always liked him the most."
"He's easy to like."
She sighs. "He doesn't think the same about me."
"Good. Less chance of him stealing you away."
She pulls my arm against her stomach. "I would go, too. He's hot. But he and I are closer in age, and I want a sugar daddy."
"You're sassy tonight."
She giggles again, playing with my fingers. "Get used to it, Mr. Baxter."
A kiss against the back of her neck makes her sigh. "I hope I never do, future Mrs. Baxter."
I can't see her face, but I sense her eyes opening.
"Are we really doing this?" she asks, more awake.
"Try to get out of it. Go on, just try." I dig my fingers into her side, eliciting a squeal, and she wriggles, turning over onto her back, looking up at me.
But the smile on her face quickly fades.
"Hey, what's going on in there?" I whisper, gently stroking her head.
"What if Damien never comes around?" she asks, echoing the same thought I've had since he found out about us.
"Then he doesn't." It's as simple as that. But I can't help the gnawing feeling of guilt in my chest. It's not as simple as that at all.
She shakes her head. "I can't let that happen. I know how close you all are. That will kill you. And it will probably kill him as well."
I kiss her, hoping to assuage her worry. It's not her problem to worry about, it's mine. "It's not going to happen."
