“Vics? You had the figures on that? Did you want to…?” Felix trailed off as I stood up from my seat, turned on my heel, and practically ran out of there.
Mike’s eyes widened as I burst through the double doors and headed straight to him.
I didn’t stop until I’d grabbed onto the front of his flannel shirt with my body against his, tilting my head back to look up at him.
“Hi,” he said with a bemused smile as he stared down at me, and his arms closed around me, pulling me closer.
“Hi,” I breathed, then went up on tiptoes to try and press my lips against his, but he was too tall.
Seeing my intention, Mike closed the distance, dipping his head to kiss me.
It was brief and closed-mouthed, but just like everything with Mike, it was completely fantastic.
Being in Mike’s arms, surrounded by his warmth and his clean, woodsy scent was better than anything I’d ever experienced. Better than making my first million, better even than hedgehogs. It was everything. He pulled back slightly to smile at me, and that was fantastic as well.
“What meeting did you just walk out of in there?” he asked.
I shrugged. “It’s a new development Felix is planning. I’m securing the investment for it.”
He glanced over at the wall of glass beyond us, where I knew everyone would still be sitting around the table. The negotiations were far from over.
Mike looked back at me, and gave me a squeeze.
“Baby, were you supposed to just walk out? Felix looks like he might have a heart attack.”
I frowned. “Of course I was supposed to. You said, remember?”
His eyebrows went up. “I said what?”
“You told me that when I greet you, I should comestraightto you and kiss you.”
His arms gave me another squeeze, his body shaking with silent laughter as he leaned down to give me another brief kiss.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked in confusion. “Did I do the wrong thing?”
Mike glanced at the conference room again, then back at me.
“Nope,” he said in a smug voice. “This is perfect. Exactly right, love.”
I smiled up at him. I very much liked hearing that I had done the right thing, and I was finding that I responded very well to praise, especially when it came from Mike.
It had been three weeks since our first official date, and a whole week since I’d seen him again.
I’d missed him so much, I was worried that it might be an abnormal amount.
When I focused on something I never really managed to do it in half measures, and I wasveryfocused on Mike.
All this waiting for sexual intercourse he seemed to insist on didn’t help matters. Nor did the fact that being with Mike was just so… easy.
He hadn’toncetold me I was weird.
That first date, as soon as he knew I was uncomfortable in the restaurant he’d taken me to, he didn’t roll his eyes or call me a “fussy bitch,” both of which I’d experienced with other men in the past. No, we just up and left.
Since then, I’d come back to Little Buckingham again once to see him. He’d offered to come up to London, but I wanted to see his cabin again. This time, he made sure that I’d like the food. When I told him that the fish and chip shop in the next-door village was one of the only options, he’d frowned at my apologetic tone.
“I bloody love fish and chips, sweetheart,” he told me firmly. “Got to say, I’m relieved as fuck that you’re not dragging me to those fancy shitholes your brother likes.”
We’d taken the fish and chips back to Mike’s comfy sitting room and eaten them from his beautiful coffee table, watchingBritain’s Secret Hedgerowson the television.
