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“Come in!” I say.
“I’m back!” Rhys walks into my office. “Did you miss me, honey?”
“Keep that up and I’ll ship your ass right back to Asia permanently.”
“Is that any way to greet your partner after twenty-one days away?” he says. “I’m a little offended. And hurt. And sad. And a million other emotions.”
He’s so not funny.
“We were texting constantly and we had plenty of video chats. It’s not like we haven’t been in contact for three weeks.”
“It’s not the same. Nothing can replace the face-to-face.”
I roll my eyes.
“Are you in my office to display your newly acquired passion for bad acting or are you here for a reason?” I ask.
He takes a seat in one of the chairs across from my desk and leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. Amusement dances in his eyes.
“What is it now?” I ask.
“I didn’t think the day would come, but you proved me wrong.”
“What are you talking about?”
He reaches for his suit pocket, pulls something out and tosses it on my desk.
My eyes drop to it before settling on his gaze.
It’s a keychain I’m very familiar with.
“While I was away, Cecelia was my eyes and ears. Other than your business trip to Germany—which made a nice splash in the business section and boosted SCORE—it seems you and your cock managed to stay out of the papers. Since you held your end of the bargain and you were a choirboy for the last thirty days, I have to honor my word. And for the record, I’m shocked. My vintage motorcycle is now yours.”
My eyes drop to the keychain again.
I gave up one temptation for another. No regrets.
“We just need to make arrangements to figure out when I deliver my pride and joy to your door,” he says. “I’m sure your fist must be killing you by now. I guess tonight, you’ll be heading to Dark Compulsion to make up for the last four weeks.” He lets out a boisterous laugh.
I don’t crack a smile.
Rhys texted me an hour ago to let me know he was on his way, but I’ve been ready for this conversation for a week now. It’s time to get it out of the way. I was waiting for his return to talk to my executive assistant and his. I know Cecelia well. She pledges allegiance to her boss. I wanted Rhys to hear it from me and no one else.
“I can’t accept your bike,” I tell him.
He’s incredulous. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. I can’t accept your bike.”
“Has hell frozen over without my knowledge?” He actually looks outside the window. “Are you telling me Beckett Christensen is passing up on a chance to gloat about a win?”
Idiot.
“Let’s have this conversation over there.” I point to the couch area.
“Okay,” he says and looks at me suspiciously.
We both get up and cross my office. I sit on the couch. He sits across from me on a large chair.
