Georgia’s POV
I pushed open the door to Nick’s office as he carried inside, still refusing to let walk on my own. His office was exactly what I expected—modern, sleek, and minimalist, with just enough décor to make it feel warm instead of boring. It had him written all over it—organized, calm, and a little intimidating.
But the mont he set down on the sofa, my gaze caught sothing on the wall opposite his desk—and my jaw dropped.
"What the hell?" I blurted out, half laughing, half shocked. "Are you obsessed with or sothing? Where did you even get those pictures?"
Right there on the wall was a massive photo collage of us—four beautifully frad monts frozen in ti. The first was from the island, the day we were supposed to be married by the shore. The second, from the ball, monts before he proposed.
The third was him kneeling in front of that sa night, proposing. And the last, , smiling inside Prudence’s greenhouse, sunlight catching the flowers around . All of them were stolen shots—and all perfectly tid.
Nick chuckled as well. "The one from the island and in mom’s ho were taken by Vicky," Nick said as he ca to stand beside , completely unfazed by my disbelief. "I must say, my sister is quite good at taking pictures. I had it edited to fix the lighting and blur the background a bit. The ball photos were from a professional photographer I hired."
I pressed my lips together, torn between amusent and awe. "I can’t decide if I should be impressed or creeped out. That fra is huge, Nick. You could’ve at least printed smaller ones for your desk."
He chuckled, a low, easy sound that made my chest feel light. "Not gonna happen. When work gets rough, I like looking at us—at you. It reminds why I’m doing all this in the first place. I’m building our future."
That made my heart lt in an instant. I looked up at him, a soft smile tugging at my lips. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" I said quietly, genuinely touched.
But of course, this was Nick—the man who could never let a mont stay innocent for too long.
He tilted his head, that wicked smirk curving his lips. "Careful with the complints, baby. Say a few more, and you won’t be walking for a week. Because right now, I’m trying very hard not to lay you down on that sofa, fuck you, and make all my daydreams happen."
My jaw fell open, and I smacked his arm playfully. "You pervert!"
He only laughed, didn’t even dodge my attack. "Stay here," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "I’ll just change, and then we’ll go ho."
He disappeared through a side door—probably the bathroom. I glanced around, frowning slightly. He hadn’t grabbed any clothes from the cabinets or drawers.
Maybe he keeps a set in there, I thought, shaking my head with a smile. Knowing Nick, he was always one step ahead—especially when it ca to monts like this.
I took a deep breath and slowly stood up, relieved that my knees had finally stopped trembling. I walked toward the mirror, smoothing my hair and fixing the light smudge in my makeup. My blouse was a little wrinkled, so I patted it down, doing my best to look sowhat composed.
Feeling a little steadier, I wandered around his office, my steps light on the polished floor until I reached his desk. I perched myself carefully on the edge and noticed two small picture fras sitting beside his laptop.
It was a copy of the family photo I’d seen in his penthouse—Nick with his parents and Vicky, all smiling. Next to it was another fra... one of and Katie when she was just a baby.
A smile crept across my face as I picked it up. I know this picture. There’s no way I gave it to him. He must’ve stolen it from my house. The thought made shake my head, amused and a little flustered all at once.
Just then, the door opened. Startled, I quickly placed the fra back where it belonged and turned around.
Nick walked out, looking far too good for soone who’d just changed clothes—black pants, navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal those strong forearms. He rested his hands on his waist and clicked his tongue with mock disapproval.
"Tsk, tsk. I shouldn’t have let you in here," he said.
I frowned, pretending to look offended. "What? I didn’t do anything. I was just looking at the pictures! You shouldn’t have displayed them if you didn’t want to see them."
He smiled, one of those slow, knowing smiles that always spelled trouble and sauntered closer until he stood right in front of . Then, placing his hands on the desk on either side of , he leaned in just enough for his scent to completely cloud my thoughts.
"Not the pictures, baby," he murmured. "It’s you sitting on my desk like that... tempting to do things I shouldn’t. You know this has been one of my fantasies."
My eyes widened, and I imdiately pushed at his chest. "Nick! You seriously need to see a doctor. Your mind has gone full-on pervert! It’s off the charts!" I said between laughter as I slipped off the desk.
He grinned, cornering again effortlessly. "Then stop being so damn cute and stop seducing every second you’re with ."
"Excuse ?" I raised a brow, trying to sound offended but failing miserably as I laughed. "I don’t think I need to seduce you. This..."—I boldly reached down and gave his ding dong a quick squeeze, just to prove my point—"...clearly doesn’t need convincing. It reacts faster than you think," I said, giggling when it instantly turned hard.
He froze in surprise, and I burst out laughing, darting away before he could react.
"Georgia!" he shouted, his voice echoing with both amusent and warning. "You’re going to regret doing this!"
Still laughing, I grabbed my bag from the sofa and dashed toward the door, calling back over my shoulder, "Not if I run fast enough!"
And the sound of his playful growl followed all the way out of the hall as I ran towards the elevator where the bodyguards were, planning to use them as my shield.
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