Page 70 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
Chapter Twenty-Five
Iris
The next morning, we’re running ten minutes late. But Tony’s acting like we have all the time in the world, pressing his chest against my back and wrapping his arms around my belly. He buries his face against the nape of my neck and breathes in.
“Today’s not a holiday,” I say, slapping at the hands locked around me. “Come on. You’re going to get me fired for being late.”
“I’ll start a My Girlfriend Is Too Hot Foundation, then. You can be the director.”
I bite back a laugh. “What the heck does it do?”
“Whatever you want.” He presses his erection against my butt. It’s hard and thick again already.
“We did it in the shower. Control yourself or I’m going to ride in with Bobbi without you.”
He spins me around so we’re face to face. “That’s not fair.”
I run my thumb over his lower lip, which is slightly sticking out. I love this playful, boyish side of him. He can be too serious and intense. “We have a whole evening and night ahead of us. Don’t act like this is the only time.” I yawn loudly on purpose. “Look how tired I am because somebody kept me up late.”
“Fine.” But he doesn’t forget to pinch my butt playfully.
On our ride to the office, I check my agenda. I have a meeting with a rep from Byron to hammer out some of the project details at ten. The person emailed me a PowerPoint file to review late last night. I should get that done ASAP.
Tony looks at it over my shoulder. “The music project, huh?”
“Yes.” I slide him a glance. “You aren’t going to fly off into a weird, jealous fit, right?”
“Nope.” He leans closer and whispers, “I was inside you all night long.”
I elbow his side, my face warm. “Behave.”
He laughs.
And just like that, I’m happy. He needs to laugh more. He hasn’t laughed much since the incident at Sam’s mansion.
In the office, I go to my desk and immediately start going over the PowerPoint presentation. Bobbi parks herself in the vestibule, which is good, because I don’t want any conflict between her and Tolyan. He shoots a squinty look in her direction, but she ignores him.
Go, Bobbi!
At ten, I head to a small conference room. Bobbi follows. I start to say she doesn’t have to tag along, then change my mind. It’s better that she come with me than get left where Tolyan can throw out some inappropriate comment. Like “You have breasts.”
I open the door and stop abruptly at the sight of Byron alone in the room. Bobbi almost runs into me.
Byron’s dressed in a conservative charcoal suit that says he’s all business. But his expression is anything but. It’s warm and personable.
“Hey, Byron,” I say, walking inside, wondering where his people are. “What are you doing here?” I take a seat. Bobbi stands behind me.
“I decided to see to the project personally.” His eyes flick to Bobbi. “So that’s the so-called bodyguard Blackwood hired.”
“She is a bodyguard,” I say, not liking the “so-called.” He shouldn’t be so dismissive and rude.
“She’s a spy.”
What is Byron saying? It isn’t like him to jump to the worst conclusion possible. He’s usually laidback and friendly. “I’m sorry?”
“Julie told me. Blackwood got her so she could watch your every move and report to him.”
“Is that what Julie said?” I ask, incredulous. I know Julie isn’t too crazy about Bobbi, but this is slanderous, and not at all like her. There has to be some kind of miscommunication. If not, I’m calling her to set her straight.
