“I don’t like surprises,” she grumbles reluctantly taking my outstretched hand. Her flat sandals hit the marble floor of the foyer and I press the call button for the elevator. I keep her hand in mine as we step inside and it takes her all the way down to the lobby.
“Where is everyone?” She asks as we walk across the spacious area, all windows looking out onto the bustling streets of Brookeshill.
“Who?”
“Well Ryker for one? Or any of your other men?”
“Why would they be here?” I smirk, turning just before the entrance doors and heading to a set of stairs that will take us to the underground parking lot.
“Well don’t they come everywhere with you? Like bodyguards?”
I laugh at that, unable to stop myself I halt us on the stairs, grasping her and pinning her to the wall, ignoring the twinge of pain in my shoulder, “Do you think I need a bodyguard little bird? Who do I need protection from?”
Her cheeks flush and her lips part, a reaction to my proximity, “I just thought…”
“What kind of leader would I be if I couldn’t take care of myself or my woman?”
“I don’t need protection,” she frowns.
“You are correct, but I’m going to give it to you anyway.”
She kisses me gently and then pushes me off her body, tilting her head and raising her brows, “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I take her down to the Maserati, opening her door for her to step in, “Where were these manners when we met?”
I pinch my tongue between my teeth, “I’m not sure but I quite enjoyed having you restrained. Maybe we’ll revisit that later, play a little.”
Her eyes widen and then she shakes her head, averting her eyes.
I chuckle and close the door before rounding the hood and climbing into the front. The drive across the city is quiet, Wren watches the city roll by through the window until I’m pulling into a spot outside a huge building in downtown. She frowns but says nothing when I open her door and hold out a hand to help her from the car.
The building ahead of us is lavish and modern, and the door is opened for us, a man dressed in a pristine black suit waiting patiently for Wren to go ahead.
“Mr Silver,” he greets me, “It is wonderful to see you again.”
“It is not me you need to impress Mr Livingstone.” I quirk a brow at the guy, noticing the light sheen of sweat dotting his forehead, the slight tremble in his hand as he reaches out to greet Wren.
“Miss Wren,” he bows his head.
She takes his hand, “What’s going on?”
Mr Livingstone frantically looks to me, eyes wide.
“Have you forgotten already Little bird?” I tilt her chin up, stepping between her and the old man, “We were engaged just last night.”
“So?”
“So, an engagement usually comes with a ring.”
“Oh,” her plump mouth forms a little ‘O’ as she realizes what we are doing here.
“Pick anything,” I tell her, “Or all of them, I don’t mind.”
She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head.
“This way, miss Wren,” Mr Livingstone directs, “I think I have the perfect ring for you.”