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“Is that an option?”
I nod, about to go in for another kiss, but then my phone rings again, followed by Clementine’s.
“It’s the day of the party,” she says, reminding me of the hectic schedule we have today. I frown while she pouts, but I begrudgingly move out of her way, letting Clementine answer while I check my phone.
Twenty minutes later, we’re cleaned up and on our way out the door. Clementine is wearing another outfit my shopper picked out, and God, it’s not helping me keep my hands to myself. She opted for a more professional look today, with a plum-colored pencil skirt and a silky cream blouse that hugs her curves.
“Where can I drop you off?” I ask as I help her put on her coat.
“Oh, I can take a cab, but thanks.”
I spin her around and look into those mesmerizing green eyes, raising a brow to let her know that’s not even remotely an option. She rolls her eyes, but I know she likes me looking after her.
“At my office in Midtown,” she finally answers. “I have a ton to do before the party, but I can’t wait to see you.”
“Same,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. It feels like we do this every day before heading off to work. That thought warms me and settles somewhere deep in my heart.
“I’ll be the one in the ridiculously fancy and over-the-top gown some guy got for me.”
“Some guy?” I narrow my eyes at her and pull Clementine closer.
She giggles when I nuzzle into the side of her neck, tickling her with my scruff.
We head down to the underground parking garage and I help my girl into the car, loading up her dress, shoes, and other bags of accessories in the back. I wish I could drive her around again like I did yesterday, but I need to get some face time with the Jorgensons before tonight's event.
After showing the overseas investors around the office and introducing them to the major players at King’s Holdings, I treated everyone to lunch at a bistro that usually has a month-long waiting list. That was followed by a helicopter ride around the city from the personal helipad on top of our building.
Negotiations for property investment and a partnership between our two companies began two hours ago. Even though I know this is a huge meeting with a massive company that could nearly double the revenue of King’s Holdings, I can’t stop thinking about Clementine.
I should have texted her earlier, but I haven’t had more than two minutes alone since meeting with the Jorgensons this morning. Slipping my phone out of my pocket and discreetly looking at it under the table, I wince when I see it’s completely dead.
Shit. When did that happen?
I must have forgotten to charge it yesterday or last night, which makes sense. I was a bit distracted by my sexy little Christmas miracle.
“Isn’t that right, Kingsley?” my CFO asks.
I dart my eyes at him, and he tips his head toward the PowerPoint slide projected onto the screen.
“Yes. Yes, sorry, I was just…”
“Ah, yes, young love,” Anders Jorgenson says. The seventy-year-old man chuckles and rests a hand on his rounded stomach. “I remember when romance didn’t involve texting, you know,” he says with a teasing smirk.
“I do, too,” I inform him with a grin. “I’m notthatyoung.”
He smiles and nods. “This is true. You’re old enough to have an impressive empire here in the States.” Everyone in the room sits a little straighter.Is this it?Is he going to consider our offer? “Let’s discuss the details tomorrow after the party.”
Anders nods again, clearly communicating this is the end of the conversation. Everyone gets up and shakes hands as we file out of the boardroom. Anders hangs on to my hand and pats me on the shoulder.
“I look forward to meeting the woman you’ve been thinking about all day,” he says with a wink.
“I’ll be sure to introduce you,” I promise.
I return to my office and tear through my desk drawers, trying to find a phone charger. Dammit, why don’t I have Clementine’s number memorized? Then I could use a landline to get hold of her.
“Gotcha,” I say under my breath as I reach for the tangled phone charger.
A moment after plugging it in, my phone lights up, revealing several missed calls and texts from Clementine. God, I’m an asshole. I took her virginity last night, ravished her again this morning, and then from all appearances, abandoned her. Good thing I know where to find her.
