Page 42 of My Hot Enemy


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“Sounds dangerous,” I said. “I have well established with you my love for carbs.”

“You have,” she said. “Don’t think that wasn’t part of the plan.”

I laughed. “You just want me in the store more often.”

“Maybe,” she said. “But these are all just ideas. Clearly, it’s up to you. You are the primary owner and are paying for the reconstruction of everything until the insurance money comes in to reimburse you. I’ll be happy to just have a building here again and customers I can support.”

“Well, about that,” I said, drawing a concerned look in her eyes. “I have a couple of things to tell you, and I wanted to be here to do it. One of them is good, and one is frustrating but not necessarily bad. Which one do you want first?”

“Give me the bad first,” she said. “I always handle bad news better if I know good news is following it.”

“All right,” I said, taking a deep breath. “The detectives on the case want me to come up and do some in-person interviews about Sarah and everything that went down with the company. Also, some of the things that were being split up in the divorce hadn’t finalized one way or the other, so they will have to be dealt with considering she is likely looking at prison time. It includes the house, apparently.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding sadly. “That means you will be gone for a while.”

“Probably a month,” I said. “Maybe more, hopefully less. But in the meantime, I have something much more exciting to tell you that I think will help.”

“It better be pretty good,” she said, closing the space between us. “I was just getting used to the idea of having you around.”

I smiled. “Me too,” I said. “But I think you’ll like this part.”

“All right, what is it?”

“You know those ideas you just gave me? About the drive-through and the bakery? Not only do I really like them and think they are gloriously good ideas, but there is nothing stopping you from doing them. It’s your store. You can do them. You have control.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“If you want the bakery or the pharmacy, you can call the architect and tell him what you were thinking. They will draw you up some plans to go through, and you can approve whatever you feel like is the best plan.”

“Wait, so you’re giving me control of the rebuild?” she asked.

“Not quite,” I said, getting a confused frown from her.

“Why did you say that then?” she began, and I had to cut her off.

“Because you are the primary owner,” I said, interrupting her.

There were a few beats where her mouth moved but no words came out.

“Excuse me?” she asked.

“I’m selling ten percent of the company back to you for a total cost of one dollar. It’s a bit undervalued, but considering the circumstances of the rebuild, I feel it’s appropriate. I mean, the building was demolished. Any smart investor would get out as much as they can now.” I winked. It still didn’t seem like it had gotten through to her, so I sighed and took her hands so I could look deeply into her eyes. “It means you are the primary owner now, and I am just a silent partner. I am giving you control back of your company, control you never should have lost in the first place. If you want it, of course.”

Her jaw was slack as she processed the information and then suddenly tackled me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Oh my God, yes!” she exclaimed. “Thank you so much!”

“Don’t thank me,” I said. “You deserve it. It’s a shame what the board did to you in the first place. I am just righting a wrong.”

“You have no idea what this means to me,” she said. “Thank you, Victor.”

She pressed her lips against mine, and I held her tight to me. Her chest pressed hard into mine, and I could feel her heartbeat thumping against me. As the kiss continued, growing in heat, theheartbeat only grew more intense, and her body seemed to melt into mine. My hand slid down to her ass and pulled her into my groin, letting her feel how hard I was for her. She moaned into the kiss, and when our lips parted, the rest of our bodies stayed pressed together.

“You know,” I said, both hands filled with her ass cheeks, “I wonder if the shelter downstairs is still there or if they demolished that, too?”

She laughed and shook her head.

“You know, we could just go back to my place,” she said.

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