Page 81 of His to Seduce
Chapter 27
David
The desire to show her a dozen things, mostly naked and in bed, or on my couch, or on my kitchen table, spurred my feet to move quicker.
Giggling behind me at whatever look I must have shown her, Camden followed me, our hands held together, stretched between us. I hated distance with her. Next to me in the car, unable to pull her close until her head rested on my shoulder, was too far away for me.
When I’d gone in to talk to Grant earlier about working at McGregor Motors, I hadn’t expected his response. To hear him tell me he’d been waiting for the moment I pulled my head out of my ass and returned hit me harder than any punch to the stomach I’d ever taken.
I didn’t want torunthe company, but if I stepped through those doors, dressed in the designer suit Camden had just teased me about, that’s exactly what would happen. As the vice president of Operations, Grant had spent the last fourteen years, ever since he’d married Lindsay, in preparation for the day when he knew my dad would hand over the company to me and Grant would be at my side. He’d met Lindsay in high school; and while my dad never pushed him toward that decision, it was something Grant claimed he wanted, to be involved in the family business that had become as much a part of him as Lindsay had.
What I didn’t realize was that he was still hoping someday I’d stand at his side, with him teaching me everything he knew.
The hope he’d had when I asked him, when he told me there’d always be a place for me at McGregor Motors, made me stumble backward until my ass hit the chair.
“What?”
“You heard me.” He poured a glass of whiskey, something my mom kept on hand only for Grant’s and my periodic visits. “This is your family, David. Your legacy. What did you think would happen? You’d walk in here someday, ask me that exact same question, and I’d tell you, ‘Hell no. There’s nothing for you’?”
I hadn’t known what to expect. His revelation had still shocked me.
“Why would you expect this?”
“Because it’s your family, and you’re a McGregor, and nobody does family like a McGregor.”
I laughed at that, then took the glass of whiskey he offered and drained it. The burn slid smoothly down my throat and warmed my stomach.
“I still need to think about it. I’m still deciding, I guess.”
“Okay, David.” He chuckled, as if the decision was made and I was the only one unaware of that. “Just let me know. In the meantime, I’ll have someone from maintenance come up and start on that name for your office door.”
I chuckled along with him, shaking my head. Grant was quiet and calm, the opposite of Lindsay. Yet he was just as headstrong and stubborn, in a subdued way, whereas my sister steamrolled over you with her pretty smile and coaxing ways.
I snapped out of the thought, my unfailing memory of the certainty of Grant’s reaction, when we reached the door to my apartment. It was smaller than what I wanted; less permanent, too. I had thought about starting to look for homes to buy after the upcoming holidays when the market always picked up, but now I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I knew if Camden would consider going with me.
She shifted the weight on her feet.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, grinning. “Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, this isn’t weird, right? We’re going to one of my friends’ apartments to…” Blush stained her cheeks. She was becoming so much more comfortable with me, I was seeing it less and less. My thumb ran along her cheekbone as the color receded.
I wanted to coax it back. “To do what?”
Her eyelids fluttered closed. “You know.”
“I was going to suggest a drink and a movie.” I leaned forward, blocking her body against the door to the apartment. One arm bent and above her head, my forearm pressing against the door, I settled my other hand low on her hip. “Was there something else you wanted?”
Her tongue slid along the seam of her lips. “I don’t…”
“Can’t think straight? Have a hard time speaking when I’m this close to you? When my breath tickles your ear and your body is burning for something more than alcohol?”
She whimpered, arching her hips toward me. God, she was so obviously sexy, so needy.
“I promised you I’d go slow. Just this morning we discussed this.”
“I don’t want slow.” Her voice was breathy. She shook her head and reached out, yanking my hips to hers. Her fingers slid through the belt loops and she tugged, pulling me until I was flush against her center, and rubbed herself along the friction of my denim.
Smoky, cloudy green eyes focused on mine. “I don’t want slow, David. I wantyou.”
