Page 50 of Crave
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “And how did you find me?”
“If you don’t want to be found, then you shouldn’t use my resources to get around.” He pointed at the seat directly across from him. “Sit.”
My insides cringed. I had to fight the urge to do the opposite of what he ordered. This wasn't about my ego or my broken heart. I wanted to stand strong and brave and show Boomer he would have to go some hard rounds with me to win. But that would be a losing move.
Expelling a loud breath, I gazed longingly out the exit just as the crew closed the door.
“Sit,” he barked.
I quickly put my focus on him again. Shoulders back, I followed his orders.
“Buckle up. You’re not going anywhere,” he said.
Calmly, I did that too. Bree was typing on her computer as if the air was light and cheerful. Looking at her, even for a second, I knew there was no way I could do what my father had been trying to convince me to do.
“Okay, so what the hell is this about?” I asked, deciding to show a little resistance. If I gave him both my balls, Boomer wouldn’t believe my performance for long. He was used to me defying him in my own way. That was why I was in Vail. And deep down, I believed Boomer liked my defiance, because it was the part of me that was like him.
“We’re going to Washington to meet with Alice Templeton. We have a new client,” he said.
I tilted my head, feigning interest. I was done working with Cox and Cox. I was dead set on striking out on my own. But that wasn’t the moment to let him know it. “Who?”
He turned his lips up in a fierce grin. “You.”
I jerked my head back. “Me?”
“You.” He rubbed Bree’s thigh, his hand coming mighty close to her pussy. “And this here beautiful, proper woman is going to be your first lady.”
