“Where in the fuck did you move from?”
She tensed, and I saw fear flash across her face. “Indiana.”
“Are the men stupid there?”
The smile that crossed her face was like sunshine breaking through a stormy sky.
“Absolutely.” She chuckled.
“There she is. That’s my girl. Your smile is like sunshine.”
“Let me get those figures.”
The flash of hurt and disappointment surprised me. I pulled her off the desk and onto my lap before kissing her senseless.
“I want you, ma Queen. Not like this. Not here. When it’s your first time, you deserve a night to remember.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now go sit your sweet ass in that chair before I lose what little control I have left.”
She slid off the desk and made her way to the chair in front. Still blown away by the information my sweet woman just told me, it took me a minute to rifle through the bottom drawer and pull out the budget Dakota and I drew up for the compound. The man is a fucking genius with numbers. It’s why I made him my treasurer. I grabbed the file laying on the desk before us before flipping it open and turning it around.
“Here’s the numbers Dakota and I came up with. I’ll introduce you two later.”
She smiled before turning her attention to the budget. A ping alerted me to a text. It was from Papa.
Code Orange.
Meet in twenty.
“Fuck,” I swore under my breath.
“Everything okay?”
Our eyes met. She was so fucking sweet. Her eyes were filled with concern.
“Club business. It’s important. Can you hang here for a few hours?”
“Sure. I don’t mind. I can go over the budget and get a good look around. It will give me a better idea of what you might want for the compound.”
I stood up, walking around the desk before pulling her into my arms and kissing her until my cock strained to burst free.