Page 175 of The Rookie

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Stop. He actually speaks really good Spanish. He’s fluent.”

Griffin smirks, leaning back in his chair. “That’s what got you, huh? My linguistic skills.”

“No,” I deadpan, crossing my arms. “It was your contract. I saw dollar signs and thought, ‘Why not?’”

The room erupts in laughter, and Griffin laughs the loudest. “Wow, Sinclair. Using me for my money. Should’ve known.”

The owner shakes his head, clearly entertained. “Is that why you married him?”

“No,” I reply, shooting Griffin a playful look. “I married him because he’s persistent. And because tequila makes me a little reckless.”

Griffin’s eyes glint with amusement. “Tequila’s still undefeated.”

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to keep a straight face. “And because he wouldn’t stop calling me his girl, so I figured I might as well make it official.”

The owner laughs again, standing and extending his hand to me. “Well, Mrs. Knox, welcome to the team. You’ve just secured us a global fanbase and proved your husband’s smarter than he looks.”

Griffin stands, sliding an arm around my waist. “She’s the brains, I’m the brawn. We’ve got a system.”

When he points at the lawyer next to me, and they show me the starting salary on a piece of paper, my eyes almost pop out of my head.

Griffin leans down, his breath warm against my ear. “Told you they’d be stupid not to take you.”

My throat tightens, and for a second, I can’t speak. Because this? This is everything I’ve worked for. All the doubts, the risks, the late nights—every step led to this moment.

I glance over at Griffin, his smirk softening into something warmer, something real. And I know he’s proud of me. Not just for this, but for everything I’ve become.

“Well,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Looks like I’m buying dinner tonight.”

He laughs, pulling me closer. “Damn right, Mrs. Knox. Let’s celebrate.”

They bring me to my new office, and it is absolutely stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathe the room in sunlight, the Dallas skyline stretching out like a postcard. A sleek, modern desk sits in the center, the leather chair behind it looking impossibly expensive.

I stand frozen, staring at the sheer extravagance of it all. “This is… mine? Wow. This is mine.”

Griffin reclines in the chair, his suit fitting him like a glove, his tie slightly loosened from earlier. His hands are behind his head, that infuriatingly smug grin on his face.

“What?” he asks, his voice low, teasing.

I arch a brow, crossing my arms. “You look really sexy in a suit.” My gaze dips briefly. “Kinda look like a boss.”

He chuckles, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Is that so?”

Before I can answer, he’s on his feet, crossing the room with deliberate steps. He stops in front of me, his hand finding my ring, his thumb brushing over the diamond. His lips twitch into a smirk. “You know what’s sexy? My wife. Taking over the world.”

“Stop,” I say, blushing, but my pulse quickens as his other hand cups my waist, pulling me closer.

“Why?” His voice drops, rough and full of promise. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

Before I can reply, his lips crash against mine, hard and demanding. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping me firmly as he walks me backward. My thighs hit the edge of the desk, and he lifts me effortlessly, his mouth never leaving mine.

“Griffin,” I breathe as his hands slide up my thighs, hiking my skirt higher. “We can’t. This is my office. People could?—”

“Let them see,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. “Let them see how much I love you.”

He spins me around, pressing me against the desk, his body warm and solid against my back. His hands slide over my hips, pulling my skirt higher as he leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

Griffin’s hands are everywhere—my hips, my waist, sliding under the hem of my blouse. His touch ignites every nerve in my body, and when his teeth scrape against my neck, I gasp, my knees weakening.

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