I stare at him in awe. “You know you’re kinda incredible?”
“Just kinda?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “Now, if you were the guy who actually handed that footage over and sealed his fate, then I’d be a little more impressed, but like you said, it’s a mystery to you.”
Colton grabs my arm and yanks me back to him. I go crashing down onto his wide chest and his hand spanks down on my ass as I fall. “Watch it, Jade. I won’t hesitate to show you exactly how I feel about that.”
I laugh and find myself staring down at him, the seriousness of it all instantly sobering our moods. “Maryne would be proud of you,” I whisper. “You did good.”
His eyes flare with love and he watches me for a long, drawn-out second and it’s almost as though he needed to hear those very words, that my support has some kind of weight lifting from his shoulders. “Including Vincent, there’s still five more of those bastards to go,” he tells me. “I promised Harrison that I’d take each and every one of those fuckers down and I intend to keep my word.”
“I know you will,” I tell him. “They won’t get away with this. You’re Colton Fucking Carrington, and they’re going to learn the hard way that you can’t be fucked with, and not only that, it’s sending a message to every other douchebag who wants to take you down that you can’t be beaten. Never have, never will.”
Colton’s hand slips up my back until it’s wrapping around the back of my neck. He pulls me down to him and seals my words with a deep kiss, conveying everything that he’s not ready to say out loud.
“Come on,” I tell him when we finally break apart. “You must actually be hungry. What do you want? I can make pancakes or bacon and eggs.”
“You know I have staff that does that for me.”
“Ha,” I scoff. “You’re looking at her.”
“Babe,” he says with a low groan as I grab his hand and pull him up from the couch. “You know I don’t actually look at you as one of my staff, right? You’re my girlfriend who just happens to clean my place in the sexiest little outfits.”
I raise my brow as I search around for my sweatpants. “The fuck are you talking about?” I question. “It’s not like I’m getting around in those tiny little maid outfits with my ass showing and hooker heels. I’ve only ever worn sweatpants and whatever tank I can find that has the least stains on it.”
“I know, but it’s fucking sexy. The way you dance around with your earphones in, forgetting that everyone can see you. It’s you and it’s real. It’s not like the others who wear those ridiculous uniforms. They look so robotic, but if you wanted to get one of those sexy maid outfits and wear it for me, I’m down for that ...”
“Careful,” I tell him, dragging him into the kitchen and trying to ignore his last comment before I allow him to bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me senseless. “You’re drooling.”
He rolls his eyes. “Is it that hard for you to just accept a compliment when you hear one?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “It really is.”
He shakes his head as I go about the kitchen, grabbing all the things that I’d only just put away an hour ago. “Actually, I think I'll get rid of the uniforms. It’s so formal—too fucking formal. That’s not the vibe I want when walking around my home. That’s one of those bullshit rules Dad brought in after he fucked one of his maids and she claimed sexual harassment in the workplace. It was probably his way of punishing her and enjoyed making everyone else suffer right along with her.”
I stare at him with my mouth hanging wide. “Your dad really was a creep.”
He laughs, coming to stand by me. “Trust me, you haven’t heard the half of it.”
“I can’t wait,” I tell him, reaching across him to grab the large mixing bowl and looking over everything I have before me, trying to figure out what I’ve forgotten. Eggs, butter, milk, baking powder ... “Ahh,” I say, grabbing the eggs and cracking them against the side of the bowl. “Could you grab the flour and vanilla extract?”
He gives me a blank stare as I put the broken eggshells aside. “The what?”
I raise a brow and look back at him. “You don’t know what flour is?”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not fucking stupid. I know what flour is,” he says, darting across to the pantry and quickly scanning the shelves before grabbing the packet. “What’s the other shit you need?”
I roll my eyes and step across to the pantry to join him, realizing it’s going to be a hell of a lot quicker to get it myself than have to explain it to a guy like Colton. He’s so fucking smart and business-minded but shove him in a kitchen and he’s a lost little boy.