Page 50 of Reckless Love

Epilogue

LEO

I dancedout of my office.

“Wow! Someone’s in a good mood.” Maddie laughed as I passed her in the hallway.

“I am.” I even wiggled my hips like I was doing the salsa with an invisible partner.

“Haveanything to do with the announcement at the meeting today? You’ve been stressed.”

Today Marie held a company-wide meeting to address our suspicions. It was all out in the open (at least at Bancroft Sports) and everyone knew how we were proceeding as a company. Thank. Fuck.

“It’s a huge part. Keeping quiet isn’t exactly my favorite thing.” No, I liked loud. Especially when it camefrom Esme.

“Well go home and have a drink. You deserve it for all the work you’ve put in on this.” Maddie skipped off to her office.

And I hurried away from work. I loved my job and still enjoyed the thrill of every day, but right now things were hopping in my personal life and I was excited to get back to it.

Five minutes later I pulled up at the now empty bunker. Esme feltsafe enough about the investigation into her and her father that she shredded everything. The whiteboards, computers, and filing cabinets were now gone. The room gutted. And now it was being reassembled as something brand new.

“This is lookingnice.” Jeffry and John had just finished installing the wood flooring. For some reason it was fun to them and I was happy to hire them. Next theywere building a luxury bath and shower and installing a small kitchen.

When they were done with their home improvement fun I had a delivery waiting. A very specially design armless couch, king-sized bed, chair, swing, sturdy coffee table, and a dining table that could seat a king.

When I asked Esme what she wanted to do with the bunker I honestly thought she’d say she was sellingit. I almost came in my pants when she suggested we make it our private getaway.

“So what are you doing with this place, Leo?” Jeffry asked, wiping his brow. “Are you some high-end real estate developer now?”

“Something like that. What do you think I can get for this location?”

“The more important question,” John said, waving a hammer around, “is what you think it’s goingto be used for. It’s like you’re turning it into a small apartment, but this is an industrial park.”

“Artist,” I said quickly. It was the explanation Esme came up with when she picked out the décor.

“Oh!” both men said at once. Apparently her explanation worked.

As I looked around I could already see the hours we’d spend here, the different ways I’d pleasure Esme, the locationsI’d use to watch her move.

I had to walk away because eventhinkingabout it made me hard. “Do you think you’ll have the bathroom done next Friday?”

“Yep. I think we’ll have the floors done tonight. We’ll get the shower done tomorrow and the rest of the bathroom will be done by what, Wednesday?” John asked Jeffry.

“Yep. We’ll tackle the kitchen when we get back from breakthe week after.”

“Perfect,” I said as I turned back. “Well good luck. I’m off to check on my scholar.”

“Tell her we said congrats again!” Jeffry called. “She’s a rock star!”

Esme was indeed a rock star. Her new website launched last week and quickly became one of the most popular new sites on the web. The game had already made back the capital investment it took to developit.

She was thrilled and tonight we were celebrating. “Congratulations,” I murmured in her ear as I slipped my arms around her. “What have you made me?”

“Heaven in your mouth,” she sang and wiggled her hips.

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s when my mouth is on your pussy.”

She gasped. “Leo.”

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