"Sir, she’s on the move."
I pull myself from the file I’ve been trying to get through for an hour. I kept reading the sa two lines over and over, because I’m out of my mind. With those words, I’m up instantly. When I make it to the door, Katie is already standing there with my suit jacket in hand. I grab it from her and keep moving.
"No, I don’t need any coffee, thanks for asking," she snickers as I walk away.
She’s the only person in this office who can get away with smartass comnts. Probably because she’s often more of a mother to than assistant. It used to annoy , but over ti it grew on . I wasn’t accustod to a woman caring for just because they cared. Before that, anyti soone gave attention it was because they thought I could benefit them in so way.
My security guard Samuel steps onto the elevator with right as the doors open. "Don’t co in the coffee shop," I tell him. I say the sa thing every day, but I don’t care.
He nods. "I know, sir."
His face never changes. I know he hates when I go anywhere public and he’s not by my side, when you have as much money as I do you can never be too careful. I don’t want to scare my little sunshine away. Both Samuel and I are big and can be intimidating when standing next to each other. Normally I even have the sa look on my face that he has right now. Straight. Giving nothing away. It works well in the courtroom. It’s also how I get people to leave the fuck alone.
With my little sunshine, though, I always make sure I smile. I don’t want to scare her off or seem intimidating. I also want to tell Samuel to stay the fuck away from her, but I can’t. He’s the one watching her when I’m unable to.
"Sir?" He must feel the tension in the elevator.
"She’s mine." I glance over at him. A possessiveness like I’ve never felt slides through my body. It’s always that way with her. Fuck, I need her.
He gives a sharp nod. "I know, sir. I’ve also made that clear to Quinn."
I feel a little bit of tension leave my muscles. Quinn is the guard tailing her now. This is the first ti I ever thought about what my security people really looked like. I’ve never thought about won’s responses to them because I don’t give a shit what they look like as long as they do their jobs. And I don’t care about won unless they’re on the other side of my desk and I’m taking their case.
I have a very strict policy about anyone working for hooking up with clients. I put stringent policies in place because of my father. The law firm learned that lesson the hard way, and it’s sothing that will never be repeated.
When the elevator opens I’m on the move again, my blood pumping harder with every step that closes the distance between us. When I turn the corner, I push my way into the coffee shop. Samuel keeps his distance and waits outside as instructed. I glance down at my phone to see if I have a text about Savannah’s ETA, but there’s nothing. I go ahead and order my coffee and then I get hers, which I’ve done the last few tis.
Her cheeks always turn pink when I hand it to her. She keeps saying she’s going to beat here one day and get mine for . I think that was her goal today because she’s running early. Little does she know, I’m inford the second she steps out of her apartnt.
I’ve thought about calling in a few favors and getting her phone hacked so I could always know where she is, but I changed my mind. It seed like crossing a line. Besides, there’s really not a point in the day when I don’t know where she is.
I glance at my watch. She should be here by now. She doesn’t live far from here.
They call my na and I go up and grab our cups. I pull a pen out and write on hers like I have for the past three days. She doesn’t seem to notice. Or she’s ignoring it. Either way it’s driving fucking nuts.
I’m used to taking what I want. I go at it with full force until I have it. With her, though, I worry it will scare her off. She’s soft and delicate. Light pours from her and I don’t want my brute force ssing that up. I like her how she is. I don’t want to dampen her bright spirit, so I put on my smiles and hold myself back from snatching her up and locking her away in my penthouse. It’s the single hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life, but she’s worth it. She’s worth everything.
I pull out my phone and text Quinn.
: Where is she?
Quinn: Sorry, sir, she got distracted by puppies in the pet store window.
I have to fight a smile at that. God, could she be more adorable? Maybe I should get a puppy? I make a ntal note and read the next text.
Quinn: She’s on the move. ETA 3 minutes.
My stomach clenches with anticipation, and my palms sweat. God, why do I lose all my sense with her? Need for her is burning in my chest, but that’s nothing compared to what’s happening in my slacks. Not only do I want to possess her soul, but I want to own her body. I’ve never felt this primal pull, but suddenly I need to stamp out my na inside her pussy. My cock starts to harden and I adjust myself the best I can without anyone noticing. I take a deep breath and try to get this wild beast in my body under control.
The bell to the door chis and I look up. I freeze when I see her. Her bright blue eyes find and the smile on her face stretches from ear to ear. As she walks over, her blonde hair flows around her like a halo, and I’m reminded of why she’s my little sunshine. My jaw clenches when I see her dress today. She’s always in dresses, but today it’s shorter than normal.
"You beat ," she says playfully as she cos to a stop in front of . She has to tilt her head back to look up at , but I don’t mind. It gives a view of her creamy skin down her neck and between her breasts. My eyes trail back up and all over her face, drinking her in. I take a deep breath, trying to catch the strawberry scent that’s always following her around.
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