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I studied her. It wasn’t much of an answer, and even though it was foolish of me, I didn’t believe her intentions were nefarious.
“Do you have a bag?” She selected a large black briefcase with separate slots, and I loaded up several laptops and a couple of tablets. Meanwhile, she stuffed clothing into a Louis Vuitton duffel at a rapid clip.
“You rob a Neiman Marcus or what?”
“Thisis what years of hard work will get you,” she said without taking a break.
Once the bag was stuffed and zipped, she dug around in a dresser and piled a bunch of lingerie on top of it, revealing a safe. She typed in an elaborate series of numbers, and the lock popped. She retrieved a velvet pouch and tucked it in a purse she’d selected a moment before. Next, she grabbed a box about the size that would hold a necklace.
After a second of hesitation, she checked a cell phone, frowned, and put it back in the safe.
“Expecting a call?” What sugar daddy was important enough for her to keep in touch with?
“No.” She snapped the door closed, pressed a button to engage the lock, and returned the lingerie to the drawer.
“Then why were you looking at that phone?” I couldn’t let it go, my curiosity too much to ignore.
A little growl escaped her. “If you must know—” She hesitated.Would she lie to me?And then she deflated. “It’s the number my parents know. I thought they might have called.”
I nearly fist pumped that she wasn’t reaching out to old flames. “You sound disappointed they haven’t.”
“I don’t know . . . It is what it is.”
“Ever think about calling them?” I was the last person to be giving advice on family.
She looked at me as if I’d suggested she tell them how she acquired this warehouse full of stuff. “No. I’m ready to go,” she said, closing the drawer with her hip. “And you’re carrying all of this.”
Sonya picked up her purse and breezed past her duffel toward the hall. End of discussion.
“The hell I am. I’m not your bellboy.” I hefted the briefcase on my shoulder and sauntered past her bag. I had every intention of carrying it, but there was no need to make anything easy for her.
She blocked my exit. “How badly do you need that technology?”
“Not bad enough to heft all your crap around the city,” I tossed back. She moved for the stash hanging from my shoulder. I held it away from her. “What happened to the woman who didn’t need me for anything?”
She started around me. I stopped her with a quick kiss and then grabbed her duffel and slung it over my other shoulder.
“Remind me not to do anything else for you ever again,” she said as she rolled down the door and secured it.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Drew
“Where the hell have you been?”
Easton was waiting for us, leaning up against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I do have a business to run on top of everything else.” I kept moving toward the bedroom. Why had I thought it was a good idea to buy an oil company? Two really if I counted SPE and Carter Energy . . . which I did. In some ways, I was grateful for my sentence because it meant I could avoid the work I loathed.
“You aren’t to leave unsupervised.”
“Stop being a nag,” I called over my shoulder, taking Sonya’s things to my room. “We’re back in time for dinner.”
I dropped her bag on the floor and the briefcase on the bed.
“What’s all that?” Easton asked, eyeing the bags.
“When did you get so damn nosy?” I checked my watch. “Let’s go up. You can tell Daddy Dearest I was outside smoking.”
