Page 42 of The Beat of My Heart
Unknown Number: See you at home.
Trevor: I think I will stay for the rest of the conference.
Unknown Number: Understood. Eyes will be present.
Trevor: Thanks.
Well, that makes this week a little more interesting. If Loki says the package is secure, that means they have infiltrated Black’s system. Thank fucking God. Maybe this nightmare will end before anyone else gets hurt.
*Crash*
What the hell?
Bursting through the door, I find Angel half on the bed, half off with one leg in the air.
This fucking girl.
“What’s going on, Angel?” I can’t help but tease.
“Ah… nothing,” she says, trying to stand herself up. In the process, her skirt rides dangerously high.
Crossing the room in three quick strides, I reach down and pick her up, straightening her skirt as I go, using the excuse to run my hand up her smooth leg.
“Nothing?” I ask, not trying to contain my laughter, “looks like something,” I say, noticing she has pictures laid out on the bed of different outfits.
“Ah,” she says as she scrambles to pick up all the pictures, “I… oh fuck it,” she says, throwing the photos in the air, “Gah, I hate getting dressed,” she tells me.
“Well, Angel, I hate that you are getting dressed too, but if you don’t, I’ll end up in jail for murdering all the assholes who would gawk at you,” I tell her with a smirk.“What exactly was going on in here?”
“Ugh, I was trying to figure out which shoes I’m supposed to wear with that dress,” she says, pointing to a garment bag hanging on the door.
I swallow, hard, “That is the dress you’re wearing tonight?”
“I have to, my best friend tricked me and snuck it in and didn’t pack me a back-up. That,” she says, disgusted, “is the dress I got stuck in while shopping. It is the devil.”
“Holy fuck,” is all I can manage. Picturing Angel in that dress has my own slacks going tight in a hurry. Peering at the scarlet hued dress with the plunging neckline and slit up the leg, I have to adjust my tie to breathe. Fingering the silky material, I turn it over and notice the back is open with crisscrossing thin straps.
“Yeah, holy fuck. That damned thing nearly murdered me the last time I tried to put it on. How the hell does she expect me to get that thing on by myself?” Angel pouts.
Pulling myself together, I cross the room again and pull her into me, “Good thing you’re not alone then. I’m not going to lie though, I might rip that thing to shreds when we get home so no other fucker can see you in it,” I growl.
“That’s fine with me,” she says. “You ready? I have to get down there to set up. What seminars are you in today?”
“Nothing fun,” I tell her, not wanting to lie. Now that I don’t have to be here, technically, I don’t need to attend any of the seminars, so I’ll use the time in my room to work on my next system.
Making sure the door closes behind us, I ask, “Do you have time for a coffee before you check in?”
Looking at her watch, she grimaces. “Not really, sorry. I like to be the first one to make sure the systems are all running properly before I have to speak.”
Placing my hand in the small of her back, I escort her down the hallway. “Tomorrow, I’ll have to plan better,” I tell her, “You’ll need your energy for what I’m going to do to you after I see you in that fucking dress.” My voice is strained, and I feel my composure slipping. I feel like a jealous asshole.
“Promises, promises,” Angel tells me as we step into the elevator.
Once the doors close, I cage her into the corner. “Yes, Angel. Promises I intend to keep,” then I pounce. Taking her lips with mine as if I own them, and at that moment, I do. She submits, and I control the kiss for 32 floors. As the elevator slows, I pull back and adjust my cock just as the door pings open.
“Have a good day, dear,” I say, smirking as I step off the elevator in search of coffee.
“Good day? What the hell? Does he have any idea how many brain cells he just fried?” I hear her mumbling behind me. The bark of laughter that sneaks its way out of me makes me feel lighter than I have in years.
