Page 52 of Savage Temptation
And because of my negligence, I had to spend two freaking hours during a time I’d set aside for Tessa cutting a damn ribbon and shaking hands with people I’ll never see again.
But I played nice, because now I’m in bed with them, and you don’t shit in your tent.
I’m honestly not sure if that’s a saying or not, but it works.
Of course, the high-level executives wanted to see the Playground. Because I can’t afford to have the fucking deal fall through, I let them don the headset and‘oh and ahh’over it while I waited for them to sign the damn papers.
When I was finally able to get the last signature, before the ink dried, I handed it off to the attorney I had representing me, gathered my things, and left rather curtly.
But now, everything’s great. Better than great because I get to sit across from Tessa, eating some of the most delectable sushi in the entire world.
“How do you like the flavor of the wasabi?” I ask.
“It’s…different.”
“That’s because it’s real. The kind they have in the states is a mix of horseradish.”
“Geez, can’t we get anything right?”
She’s been quiet, eating slowly, eyes glued to her plate. She’s worried about getting caught, which pains me because I don’t really care who sees us together at this point. In fact, I want to be caught, though I would never be reckless.
It hasn’t even been a week, and I can’t see this ever ending. I have my worries. I work too much and Tessa shouldn’t have to deal with the shit I bring to the table, but something tells me we’d make a good couple.
A forever couple.
No one makes me laugh as much as she does, and she’s not high maintenance. I can think of no one better to raise my children, although that’s getting a bit ahead of myself.
But is it, though? I’m almost thirty, which is exactly the right time to be thinking of such things. It doesn’t mean that we have to have a baby right away. We could wait a few years to make her comfortable, but not too long. I can already imagine a tiny version of her, with bright blue eyes and pigtails.
Fuck, what has gotten into me?
Glancing across the table, I can’t say the fault rests entirely on my shoulders. Tessa is beguiling without even trying to be. She’s sweet, with a touch of spice. More than a touch. A dash? A heaping tablespoon?
Enough. That’s what she is. She is enough to never make me think of another woman. And no one’s ever been enough before.
“Get any work done?” I ask.
“Nope. I’m just not motivated to investigate a bunch of shit doctors. Maybe I can investigate mail fraud.”
“You can’t just be happy narcing on con men and health care workers, you have to go for postal workers as well.”
She giggles. “It can’t be as depressing as my current workload.”
“Maybe it’s time to be done with fraud.”
“And do what?”
Raise my children…
“Perhaps instead of investigating fraud, you should be committing it.”
She smiled, then gives me a playful waggle of her brow as she presses her foot between my legs, homing in on my cock.
And yes, it takes notice.
I look around the restaurant, then shoot her a warning gaze. “This coming from the girl who’s afraid to be recognized out in public.”
She wiggles her foot against my groin as she nibbles her lower lip seductively.
