Damn. Now that I’m thinking about it, I realize that anytime I mention something to Gerrit that he’s quick to change it. He really is trying to make me happy. He’s so different than the rest of the world thinks he is.
When I hear Emily laugh, I make my way out of the kitchen. The sound goes right through me. It’s not a genuine laugh. I stop when I see them at the dining room table putting boxes down.
There is another man in a suit that’s not standing far behind Emily. He looks like security. Emily spots me first. Her eyes go wide for a moment in shock before they narrow on me. She purses her lips. I roll my eyes openly at her, not giving a shit anymore. Gerrit is mine, and the idea of sharing him has me not only wanting to pull her hair out but his too.
Gerrit looks over his shoulder as I make my way over to the table. His eyes start at my feet, going up my body until they finally meet my eyes. He looks pissed. I ignore him, walking over to the table and opening one of the food boxes. I grab a piece of bacon out of it and take a bite. I make myself stare right back at him.
“Out,” Gerrit orders Emily and the man.
“But Gerrit—” Emily tries to talk.
“I won’t tell you again. Out.”
“I’m sorry sir. Of course.” She turns, hurrying out with the other guy. Gerrit turns my way to look at me, still looking really mad. He doesn't say anything until the sound of the front door closes.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I'm the mad one here.” I point to myself to make it clear.
“I know you don’t have any fu—” He stops himself. He looks as though he’s trying to get himself under control. “You don’t even have panties on under that shirt.”
“It’s like a dress.” I shrug, not understanding the problem. “You’re the one without a shirt on trying to give your little office girlfriend a heart attack.” I plop down in one of the chairs.
“Girlfriend?” He places both hands on the table as he continues to stare at me. “I’ve never had a girlfriend in my whole fucking life, and at this point I think I’m a little old for that.” No wonder I couldn't find anything about his past. Does he only do random hookups? Maybe he does the whole friends with benefits thing? Who knows? All I know is that I really dislike Emily and the way she looks at my man.
“I don’t like her,” I snap. My face warms. He stands up to his full height, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m sorry. That’s your assistant. I shouldn’t talk about her that way. I’m being ridiculous.” Why is he smiling? I want to throw one of the fresh strawberries at him.
“I’ll handle it,” he simply says as if it’s not a big deal.
“You can’t fire her. I’ll feel terrible.”
“I’ll transfer her.” Why is he making this so damn easy?
“Have you two ever been…” I trail off. Not sure if I really want to know the answer to that question.
“No.” He answers instantly.
“You’re making this too easy. Aren’t you supposed to tell me that I’m being crazy?”
He shrugs. “No. How can I when I just got pissed that Hank saw you dressed in only my shirt?”
“You were jealous?” I shift in my chair, liking that.
“Is the thought of me being jealous turning you on?” I bite my lip but nod. He comes around the table, pulling out the chair beside mine and sitting down. He reaches over to grab me, pulling me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. I love how easy he can move me around. It makes me feel small and delicate. His shirt that I’m wearing bunches all the way up to almost reveal my bare sex.
“This is getting real between us. I’m catching feelings,” I admit to him.
“Good. I caught them a long time ago.” I rest my hands on his chest.
“I can't do this if you’re going to have mistresses and stuff.” I needed to put that out there. I don’t want to be my mother. Not now that I’ve gotten a taste of Gerrit. It would devastate me if he turned into someone like my father. His hands that are resting on my thighs grip me tighter.
“I thought I made that clear the other day.”
“Kind of,” he says in a roundabout way. “You’re the only woman I want and the only one I’ll ever be inside of.”
I slide my hands up his chest, putting them on his cheeks. “Don’t hurt me.”
“I promise on everything I am that hurting you is the last thing I would ever want to do.”
“Good. I’d hate to have to tell your mom on you.”