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She scrambles the eggs and throws bread in the toaster while I focus in on her ass the entire time. Hey, I like to appreciate the view like any other red-blooded male, but hers is better, because I know I’ve had it in my hands. I’ve spanked it, bit it, squeezed it, and claimed it. It’s mine. Watching her float through the kitchen,my kitchen, makes me believe it's true.
“Hope you’re hungry,” she calls out to my filthy mind. “Where is everyone?”
I shrug. “I sent them all home last night.”
She smiles, and I narrow my eyes.
“Don’t even think about running.” She stops fluttering about and rests the spatula on her shoulder. “Although, I kinda liked the punishment.”
One track, stay focused. Don’t let her spectacular ass deter you from your mission.
Anything I say to myself falls on deaf ears when she leans in to grab two Evian bottles of water from the fridge. Her heart-shaped ass calls to me, and I move from the stool and smack it.
“Ow, what was that for?” She’s smiling, so I know I didn’t smack her too hard. Although I wanted to. Not really. I don’t know. I’m in a bad mood.
“It was there and,” I shrug, “in need of manhandling.”
She swats a kitchen towel at me, and I side-step it.
“I have some meetings today.”
She grabs two plates from the cabinet. “Oh, ok. I have some new ideas for some cards.”
This is all very domesticated—very personal—and it makes me uneasy. We eat together as my mind replays last night over and over in my head. What was I thinking?
She heads off to her room the moment my security detail has arrived for the day, and I decide it’s time to test the waters.
I step in my office, lock the door, and grab my phone.
“Ian Bingham,” he answers on the second ring.
“You did what?”Dean arches a brow at me.
“You heard me. I called Ian.” I lean back against the leather sofa.
“Do I need to remind you how you’re the stickler for plans, and now you’re going off script?” He crosses the length of my study and spins the Diplomat floor globe in its mahogany cradle. “You hear about those Flat-Earthers going around saying the Earth isn’t round?”
I laugh. “Yeah, some big government conspiracy. Maybe Ian’s in on it.”
He spins the globe again. “What did he say?”
“He was pissed,” I smirk, remembering how he whispered the curse words as he simultaneously ordered a mocha skinny latte, “but he agreed to hear me out.”
He moves to the armchair across from me and takes a seat. “So, why the sudden need to talk to Ian?”
“I wanted to see how deep his loyalties lie. Would he take more money for his political campaign to drop marrying Rhiannon, or is that a deal breaker for him?”
He lifts a brow. “What’d he say?” His gray eyes focus on me as he waits for my answer.
“Of course, he entertained the idea of more money, but he’s loyal to that fucking prick. Says his dad and Al DeLaurio go way back.”
Dean runs a hand over his jaw, deep in thought. “What did he say about DeLaurio? Any clue as to where or why we have her?”
I laugh. “Ah, it’s we now, is it?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, it’s we. I’m not letting you go down for this, if shit goes wrong.”
“It won’t go wrong. Have a little faith.”
