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Grabbing the tie holding her ponytail, I tug it off. Her silken strands fall in a cascade of gold over her shoulders. I bring it to my nose an inhale deeply, shutting my lids as I suck in her scent. When I open them, she’s staring at me with fascination.
“Get some rest, Andie. You’re going to need it.” I slip the hairband around my wrist and walk away.
* * *
Staying in my room, aware of her presence in my home, is hard as fuck. All night I toss and turn with images of her in my guest bed. A warm sleeping woman beneath the sheets.
I look at the clock. It’s two in the morning. If I’d done what I do every night, I would just be leaving the club. The penthouse would be empty when I arrived. I would never have seen Andie with my money and she wouldn’t be in my debt.
It was inevitable, however. She’s the reason I left early to begin with. She’s the cause of that restlessness. No one should be that tempting.
Andie might call it blackmail. I call it karma.
For the hundredth time, I bring the pink hair tie to my nose and inhale her scent. It’s the only thing that’s kept me from going back on my word and taking what’s mine now. This tiny part of her is like a tiny fix, just enough to tide me over.
Sometime between five and six, I doze off. It’s not a deep sort of sleep, more like a haze full of dreams I can’t remember. But I do know they’re all of her. They leave me with an unsated need that has my cock pulsing and my hand fisting an invisible pony tail.
I get up around eight, shower, and dress in a white button up shirt and black slacks, the pink tie neatly hidden beneath my Rolex.
As I head into the kitchen I’m hit by the smell of bacon. Sue, my private chef, is dancing as she cracks an egg over a pan.
“Sue,” I greet her.
She turns to me, offering her usual big smile. I always wondered how anyone could be so cheery this early. “Good mornin’, Gav. You’re up later than usual,” she says in her creole accent.
Moving to the coffee pot she’s already set for me, I pour myself a cup. No sugar or milk needed today. “I didn’t get much sleep.”
“Do you evah?”
Sue sets a bowl of chopped strawberries and bananas in front of me. “Eat that, boy. Then you can get the good stuff.”
I sit down at the bar, where I usually catch up on the news while she cooks. “Listen, Sue. I meant to text you last night, but figured it would be too late. I want you to take a few days off. Seven, actually.”
“Chile!” She turns back to me with the spoon in hand. “You know I have my cruise next week. I can’t take both.”
“You can. It’s on me.”
Eyeing me suspiciously, she places her hand on her hip. “Whatcha up to, Gav?”
“Nothing.” I shrug. “I just want space for the week. I’m letting my personal staff take a vacation.”
She narrows her gaze. “Has it got to do with that Ferryman shit?”
“Hush, Sue. You’re not supposed to know about that.” Damn Gunn and his big mouth. Although anyone that steps foot into this house signs a confidential agreement, I prefer not to share anything with them to begin with. Unfortunately, Gunn dropped in for some fun a few weeks ago and during his hangover breakfast binge, he became very chatty with Sue. She tends to have that effect on people.
“You know I keep my mouth.” She motions the zipping of her lips. “I know what you are. Last thing I want is to get taken out.”
I mock shiver. “I’m too scared of you to ever try that. Remember, I know what you are too.”
She throws her head back and laughs with her entire body. “You right about that, boy.”
Spearing the last piece of fruit, I say, “I have a woman here.”
Her laughter dies instantly and her dark brows pinch tightly together. “Who?”
“Anderson Burrows,” I say, because she can probably divine it anyway. At least that’s what I’ve heard she can do. Rumor has it, she’s a voodoo priestess with the power of foresight. When I asked her about it, she refused to confirm or deny it.
“Andie?” She sets my plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. “The housekeeper?”
