“He’s done business with Montgomery Enterprise.”
“Ohhhhh! I know who you’re talking about. He’s tall, maybe six-two? Has hazel eyes with flecks of green? Strong jawline, broody looking, walks around like he’s God? You know, similar to you.”
I possessively replied, “That’s awfully descriptive.”
She put her finger over her mouth. “Did I forget to say handsome? Because he’s that too.”
I inadvertently growled.
“Awe, baby, don’t be jealous.”
“Don’t call me baby. I’m not a child.”
“I mean…” She shrugged. “You’re kind of acting like one right now.”
“Do I need to remind you of how much of a man I am?”
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
I smacked her ass, hard.
“Hey! That’s not nice.”
In one quick motion, I gripped the back of her thighs and tossed her onto the bed and hovered above her.
“I’m not nice.”
She smirked. “You can be nice sometimes, but back to Adrian—”
“You can call him Mr. Drake.”
“But he’s your friend.”
“My friend, kitten. Not yours.”
“What happened to what’s mine is yours?”
“Are you purposely trying to piss me off?”
She sarcastically remarked, “Sir, I would never.”
“I could get used to you calling me sir.”
“I’m sure you could.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “So he’s looking for a new EA?”
“From what I’ve heard.”
“If I’m pregnant, I won’t be needing, Paige, my executive assistant, as much as I usually do. I know she’ll probably want something a little more demanding. If he’s in a pinch, I could let him borrow her.”
“That’s very sweet of you.”
“What can I say? I’m a sweet girl.”
“The sweetest.” I kissed along her neck. “I’ll see how he feels about it.” I grabbed her chin, making her look at me. “Talk to me.”
Those three words carried a mean ass punch, and I could tell she felt each one in the pit of her stomach.
Taking a deep breath that made my chest hurt, she brushed it off, babbling, “We are talking.”