“This is for something personal.” I hold his gaze. “I can trust you, right?”
He pushes back from the table. “Since it’s so important, I’d better get started,” he says, that smirk back on his face like he’d rather go take a nap than keep talking to me. “I’ll be in touch.”
Chapter18
Riley
Igently place a mug in the front left corner of my new safe. It’s got a little kid’s handprint on the front, and I stole it from the bedroom of a man who owns the largest used car dealership network in the Baltimore region. He’s a prick, and I should’ve stabbed him too, just on principle.
But theft’s my thing, not murder. For now, anyway.
“There you go,” I say to myself, surveying my little objects. My nipple tingles as my head strays to what Alexan and I did in this closet yesterday. I keep having flashbacks to his mouth sucking my breasts, his fingers driving into me, and that orgasm ripping through my body like a tsunami. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life, and I’m still reeling from it.
I swear, my mouth waters whenever he’s in the room, thinking about what he can do to my body.
But I’ve been a smart girl since then. I’ve kept my distance. Even in bed last night, I curled up in a ball on my side and pretended like he wasn’t lying next to me, shirtless and absolutely glorious. Sleep came eventually, and I dreamed about him kissing me.
Stupid horny brain.
I head back out of the closet. I spent the morning ferrying these things from my dad’s house while Alexan’s been locked in his office. I’m dreading the prospect of another boring afternoon staring at the TV with nothing to do when he finally emerges, wearing a nice suit, and grunts something about heading into work.
“Got an important meeting, honey?” I ask him sweetly.
I like the way he looks at me. His eyes glance down at my little shorts and linger on my chest. He can see my pierced nipple through my thin crop top.
I’ll admit it’s completely on purpose.
He licks his lips and nods. “Something like that.”
“Is this about your promotion?”
“I’m getting to know my team.” He can’t tear his eyes off me. I’m trying not to smile, but I can’t help myself. I’ve got this man wrapped around my finger.
“That’s wonderful. Hav