Page 125 of The Chase
This loss of him inside me caused a soft groan to escape.
Wearing the biggest grin, he tucked himself away, and then helped me to dress, pulling my jeans back on and straightening my clothes.
“I could do that all day,” I muttered.
“Point taken.”
I slammed my palm to my mouth in embarrassment.
“Glad to see the earth moved for you too.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Sure did.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just do it. Don’t open them until I say.”
“Okay.” I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the soft touch of his lips on my mouth. Tobias took my left hand and interlocked his fingers with mine.
Trying to obey, I wondered what other surprises he had in store. “What was all that ‘on my mark’ thing? Tobias, just so you know, women can’t come at will like that.”
“You seem to.” He pulled me out and we reentered his office.
We walked for a little and I trusted him to watch out for the furniture so I didn’t crash into anything.
There came the echo of our shoes, hushed voices... “Open your eyes,” he said.
Adjusting to the wide-open space, my gaze tried to make sense of the expanse of the foyer, those tall pillars, that long marble desk with the perky receptionist, her face looking as stunned as mine, considering the last time I saw her I’d made a run for the—
Lift...
“You bastard,” I hissed at him.
He waved off his security staff. “More compliments? It’s my lucky day.”
The receptionist ran toward us waving a Louis Vuitton umbrella. “Here you go, sir.” She looked over at me, not quite sure how to react.
Tobias took the umbrella. “Thank you, Candice, all’s well.”
She gave a wary nod and hurried back behind her reception desk.
Glancing back, I tried to reason out that trip in Tobias’s supersonic lift, and ran through my brain the trick he’d pulled. My heart raced as I realized the danger and was just a little mesmerized by his genius.
My legs weakened with the thought of the height from which we’d descended. Tobias seemed to sense my unsteadiness and wrapped his arm around me.
“Not sure about you,” he whispered, “but traveling at forty miles per hour always makes me hungry. Fancy some Belgian waffles?”
My feet wobbled and fond memories came flooding back of me tucked safely in my bed, a Kindle in one hand and a spoon in the other, a bowl of oatmeal balanced on my lap. Those comforting mornings where death-defying feats were only ever experienced on the telly. “Can we just go home?”
“Oh, Zara,” Tobias said, “you’re my woman now. This is where the fun starts.”
We burst out of the building and he opened that large umbrella. We both huddled beneath it to hide from the rain, trailing down the steps toward the curb.
His Bentley idled there.
Cooper leaped out of the driver’s side and opened the rear door for us. He took the umbrella from Tobias and shook it.
