Page 77 of When Glitter Meets Gold

J: I can’t believe you left before round three…

J: Morning xxx

S: Jack! I can’t go into the office without the paperwork

S: Walter will chop me into little pieces

J: Little ‘glittering’ pieces

S: Jack…

J: Don’t worry, I’m nearly at your apartment

S: You are??

J: Of course. Come down in five

J: I’ll give you the paperwork, then I’ll give you round three x

I grin into my phone, biting my lip and shaking my head.Round three. Yeah right, I barely had time to pick out a cute outfit for work, never mind about setting more time aside forround three.

I slip into a flimsy satin dress that brushes my thighs, pairing it with a long trench coat and cream knee-high boots, which feel around five or so inches.

I’ve barely finished my last stroke of mascara when Jack sends another message to let me know he’s outside. Which means I have less than thirty minutes to grab the contracts, get to work, andfinish the rest of my makeup.

I groan, grab my bag, set it at the edge of my dressingtable and drag the entire contents of the surface into the depths of my purse.

When I get downstairs, Jack is waiting beside the Maybach. His fluffy hair is gone, the sweatpants a thing of fiction. Now it’s a terrifying black power suit, no movement hair gel and that devastatingly handsome, serious expression that drives me wild. One hand is in his pocket, the gold Rolex glinting on his wrist. Everything about the Jack standing in front of me, is painfully and gorgeously one hundred percent business.

“Hi,” he says, the side of his mouth quirking up. And suddenly I’m no longer flustered from getting ready at lightning speed and forgetting the contracts, because everything has slowed down, and now it’s just the two of us in our own private universe.

Until a pair of horns blare from across the street, the drivers appearing from the windows a moment later, both cursing out the other as they accelerate in opposite directions.

“Hi,” I say, as I’m shaken from my staring trance. I step forward to greet him, without knowing how toactuallygreet him. Do we hug, kiss, shake hands…ew, no. I don’t know what the protocol is the morning after receiving two separate life altering orgasms from a man I couldn’t stand only a few weeks ago.

And then warmth is coiling around my waist, and my hips are brushing against his, because his arm has found its way around my lower back and he’s pulling me in close. My head falls back as he bends to brush his lips over mine, the gentle nudge of his tongue against mine sending jolts of thrill through my body.

So,thisis the protocol for greeting each other now. Got it.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride to work.” He grins, guiding me into the back of the Maybach.

I say good morning to Burke, who flashes me a grin in the rear-view mirror. I settle into the backseat while Jack closes the door behind me, then gets in from the other side.

I place my bag on the divider between us, but as the car moves, it slides off, dumping the contents into my lap. “I swear, I’m losing my mind this morning. I hate being late, and I hate not having enough time to get ready,” I whine as I retrieve a lipstick case.

“Someone keep you awake last night?” Jack asks smirking. I grin back before he casts his eyes ahead. “I’m going to make a quick business call,” he says to Burke before hitting a button, triggering the customized privacy screen to rise, and separating us from the front cabin.

I cross one leg over the other as I return to collecting the fallen items from my lap while I wait for Jack to make his phone call.

Only, the phone call doesn’t happen.

Because Jack is holding an item in front of him, his eyes full of wicked intrigue as he says, “Want to talk me through this?”

I glance up from my bag, only to do a double take, which leaves me gasping and collecting my jaw from my lap. “Ohmygod!”

Jack is holding a mini vibrator. Shaped like a little pink rose. The one I must have left on my dressing table before I swiped everything into my bag.

“That’s…my…”

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