He holds my hand to his thumping heart and says roughly, “You are everything I want. You are perfect for me. You could be a stripper for all I care because it’s what’s inside I crave. The beautiful soul of an Angel who doesn’t realize how amazing she is. A goddess and a kind soul who isn’t tainted by life’s shit and rises above it with a pure spirit. It is I who doesn’t deserve a woman like you, Louisa. You are way too good for me and if anyone ever makes you believe you don’t measure up, then that’s their loss, baby, and you should pity their ignorance.”
I almost think he’s going to kiss me, hard and possessive, in full view of my father’s employees. The sad thing is I want him to. Just once. To make me feel invincible because his little speech almost makes me believe it myself.
He is staring at me with such a deep yearning I can’t cope with the feelings that creates and so I say breathlessly, “I’ll come.”
The relief in his eyes lifts my heart and as he rubs his thumb across my lips, he whispers, “I need you with me and I promise until we know for sure, I will treat you like family. If we discover otherwise, well, we’ll talk again.”
I nod and say with a sigh. “I should head back. Brad doesn’t agree with lunch.”
“What time do you finish?”
“Nine.” I groan as he raises his eyes. “Like fuck you do. I’ll come for you at six and if he has a problem with that, he can talk to me about it.”
The fierce rage in his eyes makes me smile and I almost pity Brad. It’s obvious Flynn sets his own agenda, and it will be interesting to see who wins this one. I kind of already know and so, feeling a lot better about things, I head back to work with a distinct spring in my step.