“Did they drop off another dress for you to adjust?” I ask, glancing at the gorgeous silky dress hanging from the curtain rail. She is a seamstress, and she’s damn good at it. I think she likes the quiet and slow, steady work. She doesn’t have to deal with too many people. She gets to work from the comfort of her own space.
“They did. They said I did an excellent job on the first one.”
“That’s because you have the patience to work slowly - and you are a perfectionist.”
“If only some of my traits had rubbed off on my daughter.” She throws me a sly smile.
I grin and carry on making our breakfast while mom makes the coffee.
CHAPTER FOUR
Vincent
The front door closes, and my eyes flicker open to find the other side of my bed empty. I sigh in disappointment. I hadn’t planned on letting her leave without a little more fun.
I reach out and touch the sheets where she was sleeping. They are still warm from her body.
Smiling, I stretch my legs out and yawn loudly.
Last night was incredible.
I wanted to ask her to join me for dinner, but lo-and-behold she’s pulled a runner. I shouldn’t be surprised. The amount of times I’ve snuck out without saying goodbye.
Besides - I know how to find people and I definitely intend to find her. She isn’t getting away from me that easily.
I’ll enjoy the chase, anyway. It gives me something to do and it will only make finding her that much more satisfying when I do. And I’ll punish her for leaving without a word.
I prefer things not to be too easy. I like to work for the things I want in life to give them more value. It’s the byproduct of having too much money. The things you want end up being things you can’t buy. Like a dark-haired girl who sneaks awaywithout a word. Although - with the amount of money I have I can buy anything. It’s just about how you present the offer.
I shake my head and close my eyes, letting the memory of her body against mine steal me away for a moment.
I have to find her.
She’s perfect.
I’ll have my men visit the restaurant today and get her details. I’m sure they’ll try to tell me its confidential information, but I have ways of getting what I want.
Throwing the blankets off myself, I sit on the edge of the bed and stretch my arms above my head. My muscles flex and shift as I roll my neck from side to side.
My body is craving her.
I need a coffee - then I’ll start making calls.
Slipping into a pair of sweatpants, I wander through to the kitchen and set a mug beneath the coffee machine. I presscappuccinoand it hums to life. The aroma of dark coffee fills the air, and I breathe it in with satisfaction.
While I wait for it, I spot my phone on the counter and lean over to pick it up - my wallet - I don’t ever put it down like that. I am quite specific about where things go and -
Aah. I toss it up and down in my hand, feeling the weight and shape of it.
I chuckle as I lift it and understand how much thinner it is compared to what it should be.
“Cheeky little raven, stealing treasures that don’t belong to her.”
The coffee machine finishes and beeps softly.
I carry my steaming mug of coffee and my phone to the living room and sit down to enjoy the morning sunshine filtering in through the side windows.
She stole from me.
