“You think?” I never thought about working at a restaurant before.
“She’ll cook here,” Griff grumbles as he pulls at the collar of his shirt.
“Are you feeling okay?” I touch his forehead with the back of my hand. I want to touch him in other places too, but I stop myself, unsure of how he will react if I do.
“I’m fine.” He wraps his hand around my wrist, pulling it down to kiss my palm.
“She can cook anywhere she wants.” Mrs. Putnam slides a bagel loaded with cream cheese in front of me.
“She’ll cook here,” he growls again. I duck my head to stare down at my shirt, wondering if my nipples are poking through. Whenever he growls that way, my body reacts.
“Where would you like to cook, sweetheart?” Mrs. Putnam asks me, ignoring Griff. His growls do nothing to her.
“People do those YouTube shows. Something like that, maybe. I don’t think I’d love the idea of working in a restaurant,” I admit. “Honestly, I enjoyed cooking here. I think it would be even better with a few little ones running around underfoot. I could picture it now.” I let out a sigh. “The kitchen island crammed with my babies, chaos all around while I cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner for them all.”
I sneak a peek over at Griff, who is looking rather pale now. Oh gosh. I’ve said too much. I’m totally freaking him out. He looks like he’s going to be sick. That’s the same face my brother would get when I’d ask him if he ever wanted to settle down and have a family.
“You want a big family? This home was built for one.” Mrs. Putnam pours me a glass of orange juice.
“I have a call I need to make.” Griff suddenly jumps up from his chair, rushing from the kitchen.
He might like my food, but I don’t think he cares for the idea of my other dreams that go with it. I try not to let it bother me. I pick up my bagel and take a bite.
“Don’t mind him,” Mrs. Putnam tells me.
“I’m not.” I lick the cream cheese off my fingers. “He acts like it was him I was saying I was going to have the little ones with.”
“You should tell him that.”
“Really?”
“Yep,” She smirks and starts to clean up my mess. I try to stop her, but she orders me to finish my food and then go check on my kittens. I do as I’m told but make a small detour after my breakfast to find Griff. When I don’t see him in his office, I go to his bedroom and linger outside of the closed doors.
My stomach drops when I hear a groan coming from inside. Is he all right? Another moan tells me that, yes he’s actually better than all right. Heat pools between my thighs at the sound.
“Mr. Friarlane isn’t to be disturbed right now.” I turn to see one of the men in black approaching me.
Wait. What if he’s not alone? “Is he with someone?” I ask.
“I can’t speak on such matters,” the man responds. All the air leaves my lungs. Another groan comes from inside the room. I simply nod at the man, not trusting myself to speak. I rush past him and into my room, where I lock the door behind me. This isn’t going to work. I have to get out of here.
13
GRIFFIN
I stroke myself harder, imagining Vivian’s lips sucking on the head of my cock. Coming hard, I slam my other palm against the side of the shower wall and spend all over the tile floor.
She did this to me. The way she moved, the way her nipples could cut fucking glass, and then she put me over the fucking edge with the thought of her pregnant with my child. I didn’t realize that would make me lose my damn mind, but it did.
I groan and finally take a breath. The cool water pours on my back, but it’s not enough to quell the fire in my blood. Vivian’s ignited something in me I didn’t even know was there. Even though I just came, I can already feel my body demanding another release, but this time, I want to coat her pussy with me. To put a baby in her just like she’d said.
Fuck! I slap the wall again. She’s turned me into someone I don’t recognize. Out of control. Desperate. Only for her.
I ignore my growing erection and shower, then dry off. I pull on some boxer briefs, though they do nothing for my current hard issue. When I walk into my closet, I stop dead. I can hear something. Tilting my head to the side, I focus on the sound.
Crying. Someone’s crying.
I turn and storm from my closet and dash to Vivian’s room. The door is locked.