Last night was…a lot.
I’d barely made it to the bed before he was on his knees, reverently, obsessively, like the piercing was some new present he couldn’t believe he’d been trusted to touch. And then he didmore than touch—God, the man hadworshipped. Teeth, tongue, fingers. I’d never had anyone treat me like that.
Which brought me to now: walking with a slight limp, sore in all the right places, and debating whether or not to punch him or kiss him for asking me to come up here.
“Mrs. Clayton,” the lobby guard greeted me. “Want me to let him know you’re here?”
Doubt: Guess you’re known as Mrs. Clayton now.
“Nah,” I said with a smile. “He knows I’m coming, and I’d rather surprise him.”
I walked past the receptionist, who gave me the stinkest side eye I’d ever received.
Fuck, she made Eloise look like child’s play.
It’s been a while since I had someone openly show their dislike for me. And honestly? It was refreshing. I almost forget how much I rubbed bitches the wrong way with my presence alone. It made me chuckle.
The elevator doors closed behind me with a softding, and I leaned against the railing, adjusting my coat. Underneath, I wore one of Theo’s oversized button-ups, my new black Versace heels, red panties and nothing else.
Just because I was sore didn’t mean I wasn’t horny.
When I stepped onto his floor, the polished marble seemed louder under my steps.
“Where is he?” I asked his assistant, Melanie, or Marcie, or something with an M. She looked up at me, startled.
“He’s in the conference room—”
“I’ll wait,” I cut in smoothly, striding past her without breaking pace. Her lips parted like she wanted to stop me, but also knew better. I tried to remember where that was from the tour he gave me, but thankfully, the rooms were labeled in both Italian and English.
I cracked open the heavy door and slipped inside quietly like a thief. Theo sat at the head of the long table, sleeves rolled, jaw set, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his hand through it one too many times.
I need to give him a retwist before I leave.
His voice was steady and commanding, bouncing off the glass walls.
Then he looked up and saw me, his mouth paused mid-sentence.
I gave him a little wave.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” I mouthed with a smirk.
He blinked. His gaze dropped to my bare legs, lingered, and then slowly made its way back up. His nostrils flared.
He cleared his throat, returning his attention to Carter sitting across from him, who looked between us rapidly. I could tell he felt the tension.
“We’ll circle back on that next week,” Theo said, voice suddenly tight. “Thanks, Carter.”
Carter gathered his things and fled like the room was on fire, not before whispering a quick, “Nice to see you again” to me.
“Likewise,” I waved in response.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, Theo pushed back from the table, eyes burning. “What are you doing here, Sweetness?”
“Thought you said you wanted to show me something at work.”
“I did, but I thought you’d at least gimme a heads up before you get here.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Where’s the fun in that?”
