Page 88 of Ruthless Secrets
Marco catches my eye and winks, and my cheeks instantly burn.
I swear this man makes me feel like a teenager with a crush every time he looks at me.
Sam steps back from Zoe. “Anyway, I shouldn’t leave my driver waiting. It was nice to meet you, Marco.”
“You too.”
As Marco busies himself with getting Zoe out of the stroller, Sam looks back at me and grins.
“He’s hot,” she mouths, and I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing.
After I feedZoe and put her down for her afternoon nap, I go in search of Marco. I find him in the lounge, bent over his laptop with a stack of paperwork on the couch beside him.
When he notices me in the door, he grins and immediately shuts his laptop without a second thought.
“Sorry to bother you.” I’m suddenly feeling self-conscious.
I know he’s the boss and can likely do what he wants, but I don’t want to pull him away from work even more than I already am.
“Never apologize for bothering me.” He moves his laptop aside and taps his lap. “Come and sit.”
I roll my eyes.
“I am capable of sitting on the couch.” I cross over to him.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I want you sitting on it.” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his lap.
“Thank you for letting me see Sam. It was just what I needed.”
“You’re welcome.” He kisses me deeply.
I melt into his body, savoring the strength of it as I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself against him.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel the evidence of Marco’s arousal against my ass, and I can’t help but rub against him. But as much as I want to take this further, this was not the reason for my coming and interrupting him.
There’s something that’s been on my mind ever since my conversation with Sam earlier, and I need to get it off my chest before it causes me to have yet another sleepless night.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Sam told me that my ex-fiancé was in the hospital. Apparently, he got beaten up pretty badly.” I search Marco’s face for any hint of guilt, but his expression remains completely blank. “You wouldn’t have any idea what happened to him, would you?”
Marco shrugs. “A guy who treats women so poorly is bound to have made a few enemies along the way.”
Is that his way of saying that he did do it?
“What are your plans for dinner?” he asks before I have a chance to quiz him further about Adam.
“You seriously don’t need to keep checking that I’m eating dinner.” I run my hand over his chest.
“That’s not why I was asking.” His fingers trail lazily up and down my bare thigh, causing my skin to pebble beneath his touch.
We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other, not that I’m complaining. I love touching Marco, and I love it even more when he touches me.
“Why, then?”
“I want you to go upstairs and get dressed so I can take you to dinner.”
