“You’ve proved that for nine years to everyone—including me the first day you were on the job,” I reminded her.
“Maybe.” She chewed her cheek as I kept rubbing those soft lips. Her mouth dropped open, and I became mesmerized beyond our work relationship, beyond the new boss-employee line I’d drawn for myself.
I couldn’t stop myself from sliding the bracelet from my pocket, then grabbing her wrist. She stared at it, completely puzzled as I took a small key to twist on the inside of the bracelet. It snapped open, and she gasped when she saw its inner walls lined with large diamonds. Her eyes sparkled in question as I clamped it around her wrist and used the key on the other side to lock it. I pulled it once to make sure it would stay, the gold of it glinting against the lamp light in the dining room.
“What is this?” she whispered.
“A gift for the woman who’s proven herself to me always.”
“I can’t accept this. It’s too much.” She shook her head and tried to pull it from her wrist.
“I thought you might say that. But it’s locked on you now. So deal with it.”
“Are you kidding me, Cade?” Her eyes widened. “I can’t wear this around. It probably costs more than my life savings and—”
“You’re wearing it until I take it off of you,” I snapped, glaring at her glaring at me. Didn’t she get that I wouldn’t have it any other way? She deserved this more than any other woman. I wanted her to see that she meant more than just a woman I’d slept with once. She was something to me although I couldn’t quite pinpoint what yet.
We both jumped when her phone buzzed between us. “Are you going to answer it?”
She shrugged and didn’t reach for it immediately. “Probably just my family or Gerald.”
“Why the fuck is he still messaging you?”
“Yesterday, he whined about something happening with his company. I think he wants my sympathy and then he wanted me to know he’d sent lilies—not that I even like them.”
I knew exactly what had occurred with the company. I wasn’t going to admit a damn thing about it though. “Why don’t you like lilies?”
“They remind me of my time in juvie. Someone brought them to me after I got out.” She shook her head. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to send roses for love?”
“Is he saying he still loves you?” I asked, shocked.
“Sure.” She glanced away. “Anyway, roses are a girl’s favorite. You can’t beat that deep red.”
I hummed as I snatched her phone to see if it was Gerald this time.It was Rodney asking for a nightcap. I considered throwing her phone into the sink and turning on the garbage disposal. Instead, I showed her his message.
She didn’t try to hide any sort of embarrassment or guilt as she straightened the sillyTitanicT-shirt she’d been wearing all day and pulled away from my touch. “We should get to bed.”
“You going to text your friend back?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think it’s any of your business who I text.”
“Even if it isn’t, I still expect you to answer the question, dollface.”
“So what if I do text him back, Cade?” She got up from her seat and put her hands on her hips in an effort to show she was perturbed. All I saw, though, was that the T-shirt inched up her milky thighs.
“What type of nightcap could he possibly give you that I can’t provide?” I didn’t attempt to stop myself from asking the question, from goading her into answering me, even though we’d been keeping things PG for the past few nights.
“I could ask you about the women handing out their numbers to you or texting your phone.”
“They don’t have my number.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I don’t give out my number to random women like you obviously do to random men.”
“I’ve been hanging out with Rodney for days, and he’s a coworker. That’s hardly random.”
“Definehanging out, because if you’re doing more than I think you are with him, Izzy, I swear to God...”