“Shit, shit, shit.” She quits pacing, turns to look at me, her face full of distraught.
“It’s okay.” I walk to her, my hands cupping her cheeks, my lips finding hers, relaxing her in the best way possible. I want to deepen our kiss, let Dylan get lost in her pleasure, but I know that won’t happen with the men inside the house.
“But that means invading your space, and you said so yourself. I have a lot of clothes. Not to mention plants. Are you sure you’re okay with me staying here?” We break apart, her thoughts coming off her tongue in a rapid pace. If it weren’t for her plants, I’d have had her pack a bag and not let her leave, but she values her snake plants, monsteras, and all kinds of hanging plants that I can’t remember the names of.
“I’m pretty sure my place can handle yours. There’s a whole other side of the penthouse we haven’t even broken in yet.” It’s true. I know she thinks this place is bare bones, even if she hasn’t voiced her opinion. No, my first guess was when she went to the bedroom that first night, grabbed pillows off the bed along with a blanket, and we huddled beneath them after our first bout of lovemaking.
“I guess the cat will be out of the bag at work now for sure, and how am I going to pack my clothes if I’m not allowed to go back?” she asks, as if I don’t have an answer to her solution.
“About damn time you finally let people know that we’re together, and I’ll get the movers on the phone as soon as Dumb and Dumber leave.” The detectives really weren’t too bad, but they still didn’t seem to have their ducks in a row, nonetheless.
“It’s so early. Are you sure you’re okay with everyone knowing we’re together? Plus, I mean, I could be arrested, which, by the way, orange does not look good on me, and if that happens, I really will cry.” I know I only have a few more minutes to wrap this up before Dante will be out to give us the news.
“I don’t give a damn what others think. I did that for you. And I promise you won’t be a jailbird. I could read through that bullshit from a mile away. The only way they even got a lead was because someone had to call them in on it. My employees know how to be discreet in a case like this.” There’s one thing you don’t want out when you’re in the business I’m in—one wrong word, and you’re out trying to douse the flames that keep cropping up.
“As long as you’re sure. Also, I have some money in a nest egg, if that’s not frozen like I’m sure my account will be. I’ll pull out the money for it to pay what I can for Mr. McIntire,” she responds.
“That won’t be necessary. Wesley has me on a retainer, and has for many years.” Dante walks out on Dylan’s tirade.
“Ugh, this is ridiculous. Can we go over the game plan now? I hate being unprepared and being blindsided,” Dylan asks him.
“Yeah, we can, but do you mind bringing us some coffee? I’d like to talk to Wesley for a moment.” I nod my head at her, letting it be known that everything is okay, and I’ll talk to her about whatever he has to say anyways, as long as it won’t endanger her. Dylan leans up on her toes, kisses my cheek, and then walks into the house.
“How bad is this looking?” I ask as soon as the sliding glass door is shut.
“Eh, not bad. I’ve dealt with worse. The problem is trying to figure out who deposited the money, then your company could figure out your embezzler. She definitely needs a better and more secure bank though. As for those cops, they know to deal with me from now on and shouldn’t bother you or Dylan any longer. Stay in town for the time being. Not like you leave this city anyways. Damn recluse.” Dante takes a seat and I do the same thing.
“Good, she’ll be here, and we aren’t leaving. Not like I can with just taking over this company and finding a pile of problems. Christ, I don’t know how this was missed, but I’m about ready to fire a few idiots.” We talk about what’s going on in our life until Dylan comes back, and even then, Dante stays with us until it’s almost noon before he’s off to see what else he can dig up. As for Dylan, I’m going to bust my ass to get her mind off this bullshit in the form of orgasms, lots of them.
Fifteen
Dylan
Six Weeks Later
“You’re going to the doctor, sweetheart.” Wes stands in the doorway to the bathroom in his office. Everything is finally done. Well, decorating wise, everything is sleek and modern, light and airy. So much different from when Mr. Hodges worked here.