Page 85 of The Heiress's First Date

“His own wing. It was going to be a temporary solution while he found a new place, but I don’t think he’s going anywhere,” I tell King.

We have an indoor basketball court downstairs, so there’s no way he’ll give that up. Not to mention, it’s convenient for both our offices. We get to see each other every day. And Katherine’s just a few floors below us... for now.

“I had them outfit a space for Katherine as well,” I add.

His brows lift. “Bold.”

I shrug. “Hopeful.”

“Can I see it?”

I nod and step back. The next bedroom over has a bed for her, a multi-shelved contraption for her plants, and a cozy chair and several lamps, all in the colors and the slightly feminine yet modern aesthetic of her apartment.

“You’re going to make her cry.”

“Happy tears, I hope.”

“You fight dirty, man.”

“I play to win,” I say, studying him as he looks out her window. It’s a river view, the same as his. Once I got my head out of my ass, it was clear to me that I didn’t want to lose Katherine. This whole week has felt like the culmination of a crash course on Katherine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

But I want him, too. I see a lot of myself in Kingston. That zest for life. Always saying yes. Living for adventure. Making the most of things. That’s him. And it’s me. And it could be us.

“You really are a collector,” he murmurs, turning back to me. “Your pictures, trips, wine. Those memories. And now, people.”

I hadn’t thought of it like that, but he’s right.

“Come on, I have one more thing you’re going to like.”

I weave my way through the apartment, across exquisite wood floors, to my bedroom. Pushing open the double doors, I’m met with the scent of fresh linens and sandalwood. Along one wall is the most massive bed I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m once again impressed that my team was able to pull all this together in such a short time. I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with the task, but my assistant once again proved he could move mountains. And California king-sized mattresses.

“Wow,” King says, stumbling to a stop at my side.

“No more falling into the cracks of the sectional.” Perhaps this is wishful thinking, but I want more sexy times with the four of us. But I also want comfort and reasonable rest afterward.

He slaps me on the shoulder. “I like the way you think.”

Then he steps forward, petting the bedding. They made it up like a hotel. Crisp white linens and fluffy pillows. My own cloud in the sky. One I won’t mind sharing with the three of them.

“Surprised you don’t have a TV in here, though, Mr. Tech Tycoon.”

Smirking, I stride over to my nightstand and hit two switches on the side. Simultaneously, blinds lower across all the windows and in the center of the room, over the foot of the bed, a large flat-panel television descends from the ceiling.

Kingston whistles, then laughs.

I love my toys and creature comforts. I see no use in working so hard if I can’t enjoy my off hours.

“I’ve got the perfect idea of how you canreturn the favor,” he murmurs, voice dripping with mischief. He kicks off his shoes and then sprawls across the mattress. “At least partially.”

Trust him to know how to work a camera angle. Feet bare, legs crossed at the ankles, and his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging.

And just like that, my lust returns. I take a deep, steadying breath because he looks good enough to use as a dessert plate.

I pull out my phone, launch the camera, and approach the mattress. His lips curl up. “Make sure you write ‘wish you were here’ when you send her the pic.”

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KATHERINE

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