“I could move into your house? Do your daughters live with you?”
He nods. “Yeah. Is that what you want? They would be delighted if you would move in with us.”
“How about you?”
“I want you, baby. However it shows up.”
“Are you still going to be the boss?”
His face remains perfectly blank. “They’re your terms.”
“I’m not moving in with you.”
Bobby goes still, his gaze pinned to my face. “No?” If I didn’t know better, I would say he’s worried, as if he fears I’ve changed my mind about taking him back.
I shake my head. “I want my apartment back. I need a sugar daddy.”
His lips twist into a grin. “Yeah?” I catch the excitement in his tone. “I just so happen to be in the market for a sugar baby.”
“Is there…some kind of audition?” I purr.
“Not for you, sweetheart. You’ve already proven yourself more than qualified. But there will be stipulations.” He flicks his dark brows.
“I’m okay with That. I like being owned. Bossed around a little. Respectfully disrespected.”
Bobby grasps my nape and pulls me toward him for a possessive and rough kiss. “Sounds like we might have a deal.”
“I have a few stipulations of my own.”
He spreads his hands. “Please tell me.”
“I need to know I’m wedding-worthy.”
“Baby, you’re more than wedding-worthy. You’re so wedding worthy, I might drag you off to Vegas tonight whether you want me to or not.”
I laugh. “I meant as your date.”
His expression turns regretful. “I know. Of course. You’re my date to anything and everything you want. You’re my partner.” He tips his head toward the FBI building. “Just know that there are things I try to keep separate for your own protection.”
The stress of the day returns, my stomach knotting up. “Are you in trouble, Bobby?”
“No. I’m airtight, sweetheart. They won’t find anything they can pin on me. They wouldn’t have shaken you down if they had anything.”
“So…you’re safe? You’re not going to jail or to trial or anything?”
“I’m safe. Don’t worry. The worst they might have on me would be if Stacy told them I got rough with her. But I don’t think she’ll talk.”
Another band around my heart breaks free. “Thank God.”
“I have another stipulation.”
“What is it?” I ask.
“You can’t walk out on me again.”
I smile seductively. “Does that mean I’ll be your prisoner?”
“That’s right,” he says. “I’m never letting you go.”