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“Exactly that. I don’t want a fucking weekend with you Honey. I want- I broke off, because what the fuck did I want? Hadn’t I just thought that I didn’t get a missus and a white picket fence? Though the shit we’d done that weekend, what I knew Honey needed from her man...I didn’t think she’d want a white picket fence and a quiet life. “I want you,” I finally settled on. That soundedright.
Her mouth dropped open. “What the hell?”
This time it was me who was frowning at her. “What?”
“I don’t get you.”
“Right back at you, sweetheart.”
She smacked my leg. “I’m serious, Law!”
I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her and lifted her up, dragging her into my lap. “So am I, Honey. What the fuck are you going on about now? I just told you I want you. I don’t want this to be a ‘fun weekend’ or whatever the fuck you are talking about, okay? I want you, goddammit.” I glared at her, fully committed to not letting go of her until she understood the damn words coming out of my mouth. What the hell was it with women never listening to everything before they started yelling? “Will you listen to me? I want you.”
She laughed. “I want you too.”
I stared at her. Her words were too easily won. Hadn’t she just been smacking me a second ago? “Is this a trick?”
“Oh my god. Shut up and kiss me.” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.
“Fine,” I grumbled, but I didn’t care because Honey was kissing me. She wanted me. I’d kiss her anytime she wanted so long as she wanted me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
LAW
We left the club that evening. I took Honey to dinner, some fancy place she was worried about going into because of how she was dressed. “Everyone is going to stare if we go in there with me looking like this,” she said, hands twisting in front of her. Some fancy french place Addie had told me she’d made reservations at when I’d told her that I needed a table for two.
“For two? But you never eat with anyone.” Addie stated. It wasn’t a question, not really. She was right and she knew that. I cleared my throat and glanced over at Honey who was packing her bag up, her hair still in the braid I’d put in.
She looked sweet.
When she looked up at me and smiled, I felt my chest go tight and I cleared my throat, looking away while I answered Addie’s question.
“Yes, two. I have company tonight.”
“It’s a woman. I know it.”
“Addie, swear to god…”
“Right, right, right, boss man. Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything,” she chirped excitedly. “Can’t wait to hear about her tomorrow!”
“No, Addie—listen,” I began, but she was gone, already hanging up to make the reservations for me. Addie was a great executive assistant. She didn’t need to do shit for me outside of work hours, definitely not on a Sunday afternoon, but she did it anyway. She would have been pissed if I hadn’t asked her. I wasn’t looking forward to paying up for it though with a Monday morning grilling from her. Everything had a price though. I could give her enough details about Honey to satisfy Addie’s curiosity.
At least I thought so.
“You wanna put your dress back on?” I asked. The club had had it laundered and the emerald dress she wore like a sex goddess was pristine and waiting. If she changed in the car, we could manage it.
Taylor and I could stand guard to make sure she had enough privacy for a quick change. If she put that damn thing on though...I was sure she was going to end up with more attention than if she stuck with what she currently had on. Converse, jeans and a tank top. I liked the way she looked, fresh faced, hair in a braid, body sporting the mark of my flogger beneath her clothing, and most of all freshly fucked by me.
“What? No! I mean, I don’t think so…” She bit her lip and looked out the window at the restaurant that was all lit up inside, people sitting at each and every seat and she sighed, shaking her head. “I should have brought something nicer to go home in.”
“What for? You’re beautiful like this,” I told her, and took her hand. “You don’t owe any of those fucks a damn thing,” I jerked a thumb over my shoulder at the restaurant and I heard Taylor chuckle up front. “You’re here to eat dinner. Our money is good as anyone’s in that place. You wear whatever you want, and if they say a damn thing they can answer to me.”
“But these places have dress codes and-”
“They won’t say a damn thing, Honey.” I told her, already making up my mind that I would buy the damn place and turn it into a fucking fast food chain if they did. “Trust me. You trust me, don’t you?”
That had gotten her up and moving, she’d taken my hand and followed me into the restaurant. Slowly, but she was walking all the same. The second we hit the door, the hostess turned to look our way, and when I saw their lips turn down, I stepped in front of Honey making it apparent she was with me.
